Christmas Trees | A 100 Word Story

#244 Happy Holidays

In the last six weeks he chopped hundreds of Christmas trees for families, couples, singles. But now that it was the last day, the last hour, the last family,  he dragged his axe behind him through the desolate wasteland where it once was rich with pines.

The back of the blade bounced on the frozen ground, its sharp edge worn away from use but it still could get the job done.

He led them towards the farthest end of the field where the last of the trees stood. Unnoticed by planting circumstance. He wiped his brow and swung the axe.