Frank fires up his new 18″ Duramax Timberwolf chain saw.
His friends all clap as his revs it. Blue smoke puffs from the tiny engine. It rumbles like a hoarse bumblebee, followed by a,whine of mad mosquitoes.
The Norwegian Spruce caresses the apartment. The wind blows every tree but this one. A victim of poor planning. The 20 year run creeps to an end.
Mike ties a rope to the trunk of the tree.
Frank jumps at the tree. Sawdust clouds kick up. An erie crack fills the air.
“Oh shit…” Frank loses his voice
A flash of green later, new loses his Camaro. Green blob sprays glass bits. A cherry red carpet becomes a landing pad.
Bobby and Mickey get ready to move the Bobcat closer.
Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, details are available at, https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/01/16/fffaw-challenge-week-of-january-17-2017/