Nowadays we can’t see the wood for the trees. Or the trees for that matter. Ever since reading hard copy books exploded as the world’s major leisure activity, coinciding with the success of literacy programmes in less developed countries, there has been an existential attack on the plantations and natural forests of the world as paper mills struggle to supply the raw material demanded by the mushrooming publishing industry.
In her leafy garden, Violet turns another page, wondering what D’Arcy will say next, how Elizabeth will respond, hears not the screams of chain saws, sees not the approaching tree thieves.
Written in response to Fontachelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word challenge found here.