This week’s 100 word photo prompt from Madison Woods’ Friday Fictioneers is entitled Grapevine. It evoked lots of memories of happy years spent in South Africa, and inspired the following (not so happy) piece:
A white rosebush once stood sentinel at the end of each row of vines, waxy leaves jewelled with raindrops, velvet petals unfurling under the hot Cape sun.
No rosebushes now.
The vines are blackened, withered by chemicals conceived by incompetents, combined by zealots.
The once red earth is now cracked and grey; a yellow haze lingers over the blue peak of the Simonsberg.
The all-clear sounded months ago, but few people have ventured outside.
Just we three.
Every morning we’re sent out, ostensibly to clear the land.
In our hearts, we know we’re just another bunch of rosebushes.