The Lone Pine

Here’s a new “drabble” — a 100 word micro fiction about a tree.

In East Texas a pine tree stands by itself in what appears to be a meadow. It is surrounded by stumps. Why it survived the tree can’t say. Two crows circle above, conversing about what, we can’t say, either. Bugs are crawling along the bark. The sun splatters harsh light through breaking clouds. The wind is hot and not a relief to us, who have gathered to shoot pictures and take measurements. A Ford pickup rumbles across the field. Marshall gets out and asks if we’re finished. Saddened, we…



Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store