Under the tree

The smell of this bag proves how long Borris was left unattended. On the other side of that fence. That windy day. 

After a few phone calls, and door mat storytelling, it became clear the building had been abandoned for years. 

Finally reunited. Borris may never be unrolled and see a future of dirty shoes. Preferring coiled life, round. At least he is safe. Resting under the tree.

Special thanks to My Shell (Michelle Michelle), without your help he would have been sentenced to a slow rot. 

6 responses to Under the tree

  1. It has been said ‘cast your fate to the wind’ and Borris did that, indeed. Fate is a fickle creature, however. It would be lovely to see Borris fulfill his purpose, be it for a day or an hour. ‘I come not to bury Borris, but to praise him’, to steal and then twist around a line by Shakrspeare. Is good to have closure, no matter. Thank you, Jessie, for keeping us in the loop, regarding his rescue. 🙂

    • Jessie Martinovic – Author

      I’m sure there will be more of Borris, he’s a hardy creature, just like fate!

      The loop is where it’s at 🙂

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