The Short Ones Object (v.)

Oh why did you leave us here, tall one? Out on the patio by ourselves. Alone. It’s cold out here. Extremely cold. Polar vortex cold. We object. The icicles are shivering their way loose from the roof. Soon, one will try to stab through our cover. We can’t see under here. The light is dim. Oh why did you leave us here, tall one? It was once warm out here, months ago. Seems like forever. Sadly, the leaves on theRead more