Something Broken, Thanks to the Tree in the Storm

A broken swing laid on the lawn, the grass rotting and smelling beneath its legs. The rain wasn’t kind to it, and moss had begun to fester on its wooden seat. No one but the cat made it feel useful as it baked in the humid sunshine following the storms. Once the giant tree had collapsed, crippling it, it was moved into the soggy mud until someone would drag it to the street for garbage, along with pieces of the fence which once promised privacy.

Its time has come.
Thanks a lot, Oak Giant. 

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The crafty creator, imaginative writer, emotional musician, unconditional lover, ever-studious college grad, and optimistic friend behind 'my curious monde!' My Cajun background influences a lot of my love for the French language, hence "Monde" (World). The beauty of nature and the beauty in people inspire my writing. Every day holds a new adventure; keep those pretty eyes open!

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