Dayly Flash Fiction 11/7

                      He sat there alone on the ground, cold and wet, a shadow of his former glory. Cast away, left to die. No more would admiring glances come his way. No more would he sit atop his lofty perch and look down upon the world. His crisp, clean uniforms of vibrant green and striking red were replaced now by tattered brown rags. And all of this was her fault. She, who would weave tales of year upon year of brilliant sunny days, then dissolves them in the blink of an eye bye abandoning him in these bitter days. He and all of his companions, each used and disposed of. But eventually, each leaf must fall; it is only a mater of when.
                                                                    Lily Pip ~ 121 Words