I have suffered many indignities in my time: I’ve been driven into stacks of tins, had children weeing on my seat, I’ve been abandoned in the car park in rain, hail, sleet and snow, been crushed together with the others, wheeled around and dumped roughly in sheds. I’ve been taken away and left in streets for days on my side, been ridden down hills by spotty teenage thrill seekers followed by a stint as a homeless man’s storage facility.
And now I am here and here I shall stay I should think- no one ever comes back from this fate.
And now I am here and here I shall stay I should think- no one ever comes back from this fate.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
Copyright -B. W. Beacham
