Oh hello Everybody, it’s only me, how are you doing? I’m marvelling at how, yet again, I’ve managed to delete some folders from the computer that I needed… Not quite sure how I do it. It’s most frustrating. It’s probably my super power. And also, because of said super power, I’m learning about the computer’s ‘recycle bin’… Recycling ether documents? In to what? Let’s have a cup of tea and look in on the little houses before my imagination runs riot…
Living on the Edge 172; The Broken Home…
Declan looked across the decayed land he called home. He exhaled a thick, heavy sigh as he saw that, yet again, his potted geraniums had withered to nothing but brown clumps. He felt very alone.
His neighbours saw little point in trying to green the place up. They were too busy poisoning the air and leaking all kinds of pollutants into the river below… some owing to lack of knowledge, some because of poor self-care and maintenance, and some knowingly; they just didn’t give a fig. Not that there were any figs left to give. Declan had watched the annual crop dwindle year on year until the toxins had killed off each tree, one by one. All that remained were their skeletons; limbs reaching skywards as if for salvation…
It was hopeless. He’d spoken with the moon earlier in the week and knew that even she was thinking of handing in her notice.
“Enough is enough” she’d cried, tears streaming down her beautiful face.
“Well,” said Declan reaching for his toolkit, “I’m not giving up. Not yet. I’m going to start a revolution.”
And off he stomped armed with a scrubbing brush, a bottle of vinegar and a packet of wild flower seeds… xxx