Hello Dear Readers! It’s time for the wonderful weekly Trifecta Writing Challenge. The response to the prompt must be between 33 and 333 words. This week’s word prompt is:
1: the female of the dog or some other carnivorous mammals
2 a : a lewd or immoral woman
b : a malicious, spiteful, or overbearing woman —sometimes used as a generalized term of abuse
3: something that is extremely difficult, objectionable, or unpleasant
The Waiting of Wesley Nonglinger
Wesley Nonglinger liked his life as a Cypress tree even if people felt sorry for him stuck as he was in the same spot all his life.
But trees know things. You can’t live 600 years in the same spot without knowing things. Take birds. Wesley knew birds, especially woodpeckers. Woodpeckers ate the ticklers. If there’s one thing stationary beings hate it’s being tickled.
The only trouble with being a tree was you had to wait for a nice wind to stretch out your branches or drop an unwanted limb. But Wesley Nonglinger knew how to work with wind, and he was especially good at waiting.
Maybe you didn’t know, but when you live 600 years in the same spot you get pretty good at waiting.
One day, while Wesley soaked up some warm summer rays, a couple of men came busting through the brush.
“Look’s like we’ll have to remove this one, Charley,” the fat one said to the skinny one and made an orange X on Wesley Nonglinger’s bark with spray paint. It tickled, which, as you know, Wesley didn’t like.
That night, Wesley thought about his Cypress buddy, Benson, who had been “removed” by a chain saw. Now Benson was nothing more than sprouts where his mighty trunk had stood. Benson had quickly reverted to Cypress baby-dom. And take it from Wesley, it’s a real bitch having to spend all day conversing with a 600-year-old baby.
But Wesley and wind worked well together; all Wesley had to do was wait.
Sure enough, the next day when Charley arrived and fired up his chain saw at the base of Wesley Nonglinger, a mighty wind arrived and blew that old limb off Wesley’s upper branches — killing Charley instantly.
Yes indeed. When you live 600 years in the same spot you get pretty good at waiting.
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Until next time . . . I love you