When she moved from the orphanage to her new home, Deborah liked it instantly courtesy the songbirds and their nest on a tree overlooking the window of her room. But it was the rainy season and she worried for the safety of the birds.
A couple of days after she had moved, Deborah heard a thud outside the window. The nest had fallen on the road because the tree was being felled remorselessly.
Her helpless gaze was met by a cold stare from the contractor.
This post is in response to the Saturday fiction prompt on the Write Tribe WhatsApp group. The prompt is: