I’ve been trying to remember the name of a short story I read over a decade ago.
The most I remember about the story is conversations between trees along the roadside, whilst they waited for approaching cars which they were obliged by custom to rush past. I suspect Bradbury as the author, but with not much conviction. Anyone recognise this story? Thanks for your help.
Yes, I recognise the story. I just can’t remember who wrote it or what the name of it is.
Not Bradbury. I suspect a femal author.
I’m also fairly certain I have the book somewhere at home. If nobody else can ID it, I’ll look through my stuff this weekend and see what I can find.
Thank you! I look forward to re-reading this. I frequently find myself reminded of it, predictably while driving.
Got it.
“The Direction of the Road” by Ursula K Le Guin. In the book “Buffalo Gals and Other Animal Presences”
Thank you so much.