Ficlets

Hiking

A fallen set of stairs
Toppled by ages of use
By squirrels
Leads steadily upward
To a place in trees
Cold air
The rocks keep watch
The trees guard
The pen
A mist infiltrates defenses
And a once-mighty fort
Stops existing
Fading back to an asphalt path
The sounds of baby chatter
Human again

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