Toby looked out the living-room window of the apartment, “Why are those men pulling down that tree?” He asked.
Matt, Toby’s dad, peeked out through the blinds, he didn’t know they’d be chopping the tree so soon. That’s one good-looking tree, he thought. “I guess that tree was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Such a shame the tree had to go, I actually liked that tree. His thoughts took him back to last Christmas when a few of his neighbors helped him and Toby hang ornaments and dress the tree in gold and silver tinsels.
“What will we do for Christmas this year, daddy?” Toby turned around and plopped onto the couch. Matt sat down next to him, “Well, son, I guess we’ll improvise. Improvisation is what we do best, right?” Toby’s face lit up. He loved to create something from nothing. “I can’t wait for Christmas, dad.”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.