Friday Fictioneers: Texas Chainsaw Massacre

stumps

Please prune the tree, I asked.

That’s all. Not demolish. Not decapitate. Just trim.

What could go wrong, I thought?

And then, to my deepest regret, I went out.

I arrived home to this scene of wanton devastation.

He had succumbed to the power of the Chain Saw and went all Texas Massacre on the flora.

Finally, exhausted, he laid down the offending weapon and had a beer.

Leaving the dismembered pieces of his slain enemy littered on the ground.

This, I was informed, was entirely my fault because I left him unsupervised with a power tool.

Lesson learned.

 

Note: This story is a work of fiction and in no way resembles my husband at all. Really, he didn’t do this. My father did though, to a Chinese Elm Tree.

 

About Friday Fictioneers

Each Friday, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, posts a photo prompt for a 100-word story.

Have a look at come of this week’s entries for some inspiration.

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I write because I have to. It is a compulsion. I do it to vent, to laugh and to remember. I blog because it has been so long since I had to write with a pen that my hand would go into cramp if I tried to write a journal.

22 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Texas Chainsaw Massacre

      1. I think we men can only prune aggressively. Sadly I’ve been thwarted today. I went out, intending to lop several feet off the top of an overgrown ornamental pear, but the sidegrowth was so thick that I couldn’t get my ladder in. I shall return!

  1. LOL. Men and their toys. Good one. Also, I like the title, which made me wonder if this was going to be funny horror or just funny and then it was just really funny. Nice.

      1. Ha ha… and really, is there anything wrong with that? Like on Rochelle’s site: Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional… πŸ˜‰

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