Sheila had wept when she saw the damage. However innocently done, the heating engineers had killed her beloved smokebush.
David had planted Old Smokey when they first bought the house back in 1987 but now both he and the plant were gone.
This had been August last year yet still she mourned the loss of the plant, and her husband, each day as she walked past.
Unbeknown to Sheila, today, as the front door closed, an unseasonably warm breeze caused a flutter that gently rifled the leaves of a tiny smokebush sprouting from the ground.
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Thank you for reading my entry in this week’s 100WCGU – the theme was the photograph that I have named Old Smokey.
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