Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Touching the Sky
“I don’t see the resemblance,” the mushroom said. “The pinecone doesn’t look like you.”
“Not now,” replied the fence, “but eventually it will grow into a tree, just like I was.”
“What happened to you?” the mushroom asked. “Why are you naked?”
“Don’t get me started,” the fence said, wincing. “In 50 years that pinecone will be a tree so tall it will block the sun.”
The fence and the mushroom were quiet, in contemplation. For the mushroom, the thought of 50 years was unfathomable, but the fence had fond memories of wind in its branches, of touching the sky.