The garden is worn-down, yet my sanctuary.
I haven't been able to tend to it since my brother died, but whenever I can steal time from my busy life, I walk down the scuffed dirt paths and run my hands along the rough fences.
Once, it was our garden. Once, it was home.
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53-Word Stories
Short Storyfifty-three-word stories/exercises usually centered around a word or prompt.
