The city in the woods grew slowly at first. First, one made it back home. Then another. Sensing each other’s presence, one hesitantly lit a cigarette in the darkness. It was answered with a “Hello…” Two grew to five. They shook their heads at all they had left behind. They grew into a little community. It was nice. Slowly expanding. Until somebody from the edge of town came into the square and said, “There’s only one tree left. What should we do with it?”
By Mikael
The Bugle 