(I was away last week, enjoying a vacation in Hilton Head, SC. Came home with a horrible case of sinusitis, ear infections, laryngitis. That’ll teach me to take a vacation! Anyway, I’m back, and taking the week off while I recover from this ugly mess.)
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The little boy, hands stuffed like balls into his front pockets, kicked his way through the wood, bark, and sawdust. His tree. His friend, shelter, confidante. It was hacked down and sliced like bologna, because some kind of disease had made it weak. Sick. Dead.
Life just isn’t fair.