Life goes on around her.

June 8th, 2014, 3pm

It was 24.4°C. The wind was calm.

But that’s not the whole truth, is it? It was safer when life surrounded her, wasn’t it? Now that the concrete is breaking down, the pitted surface invites guests, and life bores into her despite her stone face. Microbes penetrate. Moss clings. Earthworms and sow bugs squirm and crawl beneath her base. She’s not as inanimate as she would have you believe. None of us are.

Trevor said thanks.

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Deb Stone

The truest thing that's ever been said about me was by my fourth grade teacher, "She talks too much and wanders about, out of her seat." Though I've wrestled various plots and characters in my life, I never get too far off that spine. You can find me at Twitter/Facebook/Instagram at iwritedeb.

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