Vinod proudly took his friend Hemant around the green zone. Technocity had developed 12.5 acres of dry land into a green zone. There were trees, shrubs, a lake and recently a lot of birds had started visiting. It was a place where families used to visit now to relax.
You mean to say there are no thefts of timber ‘, asked Hemant.
‘Nah’, said Vinod.
‘How are you so sure?’, Asked Hemant.
‘We have coded each tree and I know each branch , each twig of my trees’, Vinod said proudly.
‘What are they doing?’,asked Hemant pointing to some workers.
‘We are putting up some benches made of recycled plastic for visitors’, explained Vinod .
Next day Morning , as usual Vinod was on his ’rounds’. When he noticed a fat branch missing. A team gathered and went on a search. It was impossible that the branch had been moved out. They found some bits of wood. but nothing more.
Meanwhile a lone wooden bench sat near the lake and somewhere a man was happy with his creation.
This story is written for the 177th Flash fiction for Aspiring writers. The challenge is to write a story on the picture prompt for 100-150 words (+- 25 words). Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting the challenge. Thanks also to Wildverbs who provided this weeks picture.