PHOTO PROMPT Sarah Potter
Old Jeb knew how to build, but time had caused decay, and now the old shed was a haunt for any animal–or plant–that cared to work its way through the crevices.
Jeb watched in dismay as the woods surrounded and conquered his little haven. Once, it had been his hidey-hole; his shelter from the storms within his household as well as Nature’s tantrums. No one else had a key. No one else dared violate his sanctuary.
But now? Years had passed. He was alone. He was at peace. Maybe he would choose this place to die.