(100-word flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers)
The trees have taken over the earth. The humans thought they were on top of the pyramid. But all it took was one storm. Unknotted by lightning, unrolled by thunder, and rain. Unrelenting rain. The humans got buried under their own debris. The earth had turned into water, a liquid tomb, which softly sucked at all that flesh.
When it stopped, there were worms everywhere. In eye sockets that once had dreamt dreams, chest cavities where had throbbed hearts, pelvises that had borne generations. The trees had eaten the rest.
Their trunks are now beginning to look like human limbs.
100-word flash fiction for Friday Fictioneers at Rochelle’s. Written for the image prompt below.