Flash Fiction: 4 mates, 1 tree

Flash Fiction: 4 mates, 1 tree

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James huffed and puffed, bursting into beads of sweat under the 42 degree summer heat as he and his mates tried to pull away a fallen tree which had obstructed the estate’s gate.

“Has the tree gotten heavier or is it just me?” He pondered, not daring to take a break lest he became too weak to resume pulling. Eventually, his tiredΒ part won. He dropped the rope and turned to face his mates only to realise the source of the tree’s extra weight.

His mates hands were long free from the tree’s rope and their attention was fixated on something entirely else.
Stunned and mad, James exclaimed, “wow, why don’t you just grab a seat and a lemonade each. James is here, he’ll do all the work”.

They mumbled their apologies while he headed towards the source of their amusement.
A cockfight! Seriously?“, he shook his head, “you guys are weirdos“.
Isaiah smiled, “takes one to know one”.


Word count: 157 words. This story is in response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers photo prompt challenge where each week, we are provided a photo to write a 75-175 word story on. Thank you very much Shivangi Singh for this week’s picture.Β 

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19 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: 4 mates, 1 tree

  1. Maybe they should have let him in on their distraction instead of letting him carry all the weight working on the tree. He was a lot calmer than I would have been, but perhaps that is how they work so good together…and maybe they do not have too many distractions. I’ll admit, a cockfighting would be a distraction! Great job on this. πŸ™‚

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