Neighborhood has lost the court battle with city council. A car park is going to come up on this piece of land. Contractor has moved in armed with a court order and an earthmover in tow.
“Where shall we play, grandma?” asked an anxious kid, “so many birds also will become homeless, will they not?”
Trees did provide a green cover in the concrete jungle.
“And this statue belongs to a famous freedom fighter from this state.”
Contractor has no answer. Neither does he care. He has a job to do in a time bound manner, and move on to his next task. His investment worth lacs of rupees is lying idle.
“No one is cutting a single tree here, court order or no order,” declared grandmother, “we shall move to higher court.”
As if in agreement a pigeon dropped excreta on contractors head. Everyone laughed. Crisis averted for some more time.
Word Count: 152
Competition No. 191
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge of 12th Nov, 2018 hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Thanks for reading! Other entries on the topic can be found here.
Photo Credit: Wildverbs