How does he come up with those great little stories? I suspect there is something extraordinary leaking out of his past, present, and future. This is EagleAye’s short story, inspired by my crazy “Tennis Ball Tree”. Enjoy.
Written for VisualFling’s image prompt. Story begins after the photo.
Genre: Science Fiction/Humor
“Rick? Have you seen this?” Chloe stared out the kitchen window.
“Holy…That tree has balls!”
Chloe glared at him. “Rick, there wasn’t even a tree out there yesterday.”
“Yeah. At least the tree does,” she commented dryly.
“Let’s check it out,” said Rick, immune to her jabs as usual. He led the way out the back door. Incredulous, the two stared at the impossibly fast-growing tree. They walked around it, wondering at the odd fruit.
Then Chloe froze in place. Barely moving her lips she said, “Rick. That branch is moving.”
“Yeah. Trees do that in the breeze.”
“There’s no breeze.”
“I see it,” said Rick, and then he also froze in place. The moving branch reached out and grabbed another branch, then hung there a moment. It swung it’s…legs….a few times then…
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