Friday Fictioneers – Surveyors

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“From where the Benson house used to be, take a left at the duck pond,” I explain to the county surveyors. They unpack theodolites.

Somewhere in these woods, my property stops, and Higgins’ starts. They do things differently in Higgins land. But deer tracks meander through both territories, and, come spring, the blue tits may nest in either. Underbrush obscures the lines of latitude and longitude.

I have no option but to ask Higgins to walk the boundary with me, unfurling black and yellow tape where our internal maps coincide. I gift him a stand of chestnuts. We send the surveyors home.

 

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

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67 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Surveyors

  1. Only human beings are equipped to go about territorial issues in this way. The pessimistic side of me thinks the surveyors will be back because I can imagine Mrs Higgins saying “He gave you what?” I really like the way you illustrate the wildlife’s ownership of the area. Those blue tits don’t give a …

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    1. theodolites – I looked that up, too. I saw the equipment twice today. Surveyors following up on the construction of a nearby road. I think I’ll grab some chestnuts for Christmas Eve, in the event I face any family conflicts. Thank you, Neil! I enjoyed this very much.

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  2. I like how you illustrate that the two men are as indifferent as the woodland creatures to ownership. Only when authority comaes a-callin’ do they make the effort.
    Excellent story, expertly written

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