“They’re like dinosaur bones,” Simon explained. “All the living matter in the tree dies, and minerals build up inside, turning the wood into a fossil.”
“If you say so,” Lydia responded, taking a step back. “Still doesn’t seem natural to me.”
“You’re scared?” laughed Simon. “Of a dead tree?”
“Can we just go already?”
Simon shook his head as Lydia walked away. He was about to call to her when he heard a sound behind him. He turned… had that gray branch always been so close to him?
“Lydia!” She stopped and looked back. The screaming then began.
It may be called Friday Fictioneers, but the photo prompt for the weekly flash-fiction challenge is posted on Thursday. Decided to get a head start on this one!