At My Allotment

Whilst at my allotment I wrote a story about a leaf, how he was the last one left on the branch, his mother, father and siblings all gone lost on the floor; was his destiny to be left alone lonely and cold or would he too join his family fated to be trodden on or used as mulch? It was much longer, in fact 3 pages and a very complicated family tree.

Veronica said I should publish it.