Their fruit glowing with light, the rarest Christmas trees in Human space rose above them, and Ethan owned an entire grove. “You don’t pick out trees,” said Ethan. “The trees pick you. They look into your soul and know evil folk from good folk, the naughty versus the nice.”
Walter Nasser sighed. Ridiculous new age crap, he thought. They’re just plants. No plant can do that.
“I see you’ve got no security,” said Walter.
“Don’t need it,” said Ethan. “Never had a tree stolen.”
You idiot! You’ve never seen a career criminal like me, have you? Each of these trees is worth half a million credits. With no security, I’ll just crack your head open take them all!
“Interesting. Do you fertilize them?”
“Nope. They feed themselves.”
“The trees are predatory, you know.”
While Ethan turned away, Walter raised a deadly club to strike. Bye bye, you…
“But don’t worry, they only eat the evil men,” chuckled Ethan. He turned around. “Hello? Mr. Nasser? Mr Nasser, where are you?”
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge.