Flash Fiction Friday – Abandoned

Crow swoops in, lands on a mound of tyres as tall as the barn. Rain belts down on the black skeletons. Once they had a use, a good use. Did something, went somewhere. They carried, crossed distances, moved people. But everything has an age. Left to fade, together but alone.

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