Speak

Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 31-08-2013

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Connie got out her pocket knife to carve the heart and their initials when her left knee suddenly bent forward and she collapsed. “Stop!” yelled a young mother holding a tiny baby, who grabbed the knife and shoved it into the nearest trash receptacle. “If you want to immortalize your love, get a tattoo! DO NO HARM!” “Just my luck,” Connie mused, “I attempt to be romantic and some crazy treehugger gets up in my grill.” She stood as nonchalantly as she could and then sprinted off. “We must always speak for the trees,” Mama Lorax said to her baby to quiet him as she watched the girl run away.

 

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