Private Nature

by Rebecca Harvey

We hear the clang of machinery and look out across the field. The workers have begun to erect the fence around the trees. I didn’t want to go for a picnic in the wood until I was told I couldn’t. You tell me you feel the same way. Closing the woods to construct a wildlife reserve seems absurd. You say that they can’t see the woods for the trees, but they can see the entry fees they’ll charge.


Rebecca Harvey has had prose published in numerous publications, including The Phare, Superlative, and Stroud Short Stories. She has won the London Independent Story Prize for flash fiction. Stop by her website.