FFfAW — Target Practice

Fandango

Clyde looked through the sight of his rifle, aimed it at one of the trees, and shot off a round. “Nice shot,” said Benny. “If that tree were an animal, you’d have killed it.”

“Yep,” Clyde said. “Enough of this target practice. I’m ready for some blood sport.”

Benny lifted up his own rifle, aimed, and pulled the trigger. The shot hit its target in the middle of the same tree trunk. “Yeah, I’m ready for some live targets, too,” he said.

Both men sheathed their rifles and started to walk away. “Wait,” Clyde said. “Did you hear that creaking sound?” He turned around and looked back toward the tree they had just been using for target practice.

“Holy shit,” exclaimed Benny. Both men watched as long, thick tendrils started growing from the trunk of the tree. After a moment the tendrils lifted the huge tree from the earth and it slowly moved toward the two men.

“Run!” screamed Clyde. But it was too late. The huge tree fell upon them, squishing them like bugs.

(175 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: me.

21 thoughts on “FFfAW — Target Practice”

  7. Priceless Joy January 9, 2018 / 2:24 pm

    Hahahaha! Love that the tree rose up against these two blood thirsty men! LOL! Great story! Thank you so much for our photo prompt this week!

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  8. michael1148humphris January 9, 2018 / 4:25 pm

    It almost serves them right. We all need to be wary of squishing trees,

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  13. Sight11 January 10, 2018 / 1:27 am

    I wonder what would happen if you tried to pee on them?

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