50 Word Stories: Wood God Goodbyes.

Careless disregard numbs the soul.

Richard M. Ankers - Author

His bones, the creaking of the branches, he shivers a mantle of leaves; the shush is deafening. A last sunrise, for the mechanicals approach, he soaks in the dewdrop day. From acorn to behemoth, sheltered to shelterer, he has seen it all, or thought he had.
The chainsaw cuts…goodbye.

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