Deborah was a tree stalker.
She came from a long line of tree stalkers. Ever since the apple blossom blight of ’19 she and her family had been prowling the byways and backroads to find them, the trees that tried to get away. The trees that had gone rogue.
To get apples you need apple blossoms. To get apple blossoms you need trees. And, since the development of sentient trees – something farmers thought would make their jobs easier, not harder – trees had made themselves scarce.
Who could blame them?
A slightly Earth Day-themed flash fiction today. Happy Earth Day!