The Lament of The Green Man

The Green Man sighed heavily, disturbing leaves, branches.

‘What ails you?’ The Lady whispered.  Her hand moved across his furrowed brow, attempting to smooth out the deeply-etched bark.

‘My domain is dwindling,’ he said.  ‘Soon my woodland will be gone.’


Written for Weekend Writing Prompt #90 – Furrowed | Word Count: 40

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