“You want my land to build your city?” he asked.
“We need it, and we are prepared to meet whatever demands you make!” the developer added. Most of the land has already been purchased and the equipment will be moving in soon to start the job.
“I only have one demand, other than the big chunk of money you will give me.” the old geezer said.
“We are already paying you far more than the property is worth, what else could you possibly want?
“The trees. They have to remain as they are, no cutting my trees!” he said.
This is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers. The picture says it all…