The Friday Fictioneers is an online group dedicated to crafting flash fiction pieces of a 100 words each week with the inspiration of a photo prompt. This is my second week and this group is so supportive and easy going that you don’t even have to wait for Friday, apparently, because the photo prompt is already up. Thanks to Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields for giving our words a place to go.
Sharp beaks rip twigs from my canopy to build their home nested in the crook of a shoulder. Winds caress or brutalize my limbs, spreading my seeds which the grays bring back and tuck in my pockets or drop at my feet as they scatter through the mazework of branches when a two-legged one comes. I wonder why they climb, rough soles tearing my bark. Then they press a tender cheek to my ancient skin and worship the sky as I do. A tree cannot defend itself. That is why I spread my arms wide, opening my heart to all.
You can read flash fiction pieces from the rest of the group here