A barren pine with skeletal branches towers above my window. Once it thrived. Now its cones hold fast to its decaying frame. We both sway with the wind, not sure of when it will snap us. Lightning flashed, lit the view as the barren pine cracked and ripped in two.
Jessica Binkleyis a novelist, academic support tutor, and MFA grad based in the southeast.
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