In response to Friday Fictioneers 11 – 19 – 2021 photo prompt micro-story 100 words or less 

The axe came first, it was our only warning. Split logs, whole logs, branches too rose, rolled and shot through the air, impaling anything or anyone in their way. 

Quiet for a moment, we huddled terror stricken in the cabin. A jarring sound and the chainsaw lifted, it’s blade sharp and spinning madly. It hovered over the roof of the little cabin before it too, devoured the old timber’s of the roof full force. 

There was a shudder, a thud. Then another thud. Then such a cacophony of thuds, we covered our ears against it. 

The trees had had enough!

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson. Yes

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