Spare tire

Held snug against the earth by brawny roots, the discarded spare stayed lost among the underbrush, forever abandoned to time and harsh elements. A rustling in the trees gave him hope that he would be rescued from his exile. Two young humans! One tried to pull him out of his trap. “Hey, lookit, food,” the skinny … Continue reading Spare tire

Every time

Why do you constantly do that? Every time I say anything, you always take it in the worst possible way. What? I never do that. You're totally overreacting, as usual. You are impossible! *Photo venue: The Landing, city park in Fort Walton Beach, FL