Laying on their side just off the path, the bicycles rested on the warm earth; the wheels gently spun in the light breeze. The once well trodden path, was now barely visible through the encroaching weeds. Through the trees laughter could be heard, distant but unmissable; a sound that had not graced the woods since … Continue reading Spokes

Them Weeds

Benjamin swung the scythe through the jungle of weeds that had seemed to appear overnight. He smiled as he mentally congratulated himself on a job well done with sharpening the edge. It sliced through the flora with ease and soon he’d have eliminated the encroaching weeds.   As he swept through a particularly egregious clump, … Continue reading Them Weeds