The Rightful Owner


Cranes, construction workers, 24/7 . The road widening program as a part of the connectivity to the new airport was in full swing.

Malls, hi speed internet, artificial intelligence, being the order of the day.

Everything seemed to move fast or was that he couldn’t keep up at that pace? No place for nature, the rightful owner, is that the way to go?

No amount of hunger strike could persuade the officials. He had come there one last time to play to his beloved trees before they would be moved to a new place, or that’s what he was told.

98 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Bikurgurl for running the challenge at 100 WW. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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  1. Your title belies the underbelly of development – destruction of nature for financial gain? Progress over healing nature?

    Trees of this magnitude cannot be properly moved without great expense, and some will certainly die in the process. Like humans, their roots are intertwined and they survive in community.

    Thank you for adding your provocative tale to our prompt this week 🖤

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