Worn, Torn and Trodden

Autumn heart — sorry, leaf — on asphalt, found on the way to work, the poor thing.

«Autumn had had her heart torn out, thrown to the ground, and walked all over. ‘Oh well,’ she thought, with a sigh, while she watched it slowly decompose and became one with its surroundings, ‘I guess I’m just that time of year.’ Which she was.»

Worn, Torn and Betrodden

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