The Last Straw
An off-beat collection of SHORT STORIES about life - told by scarecrows, waves, crooks, keyholes, and lovers.
You will find your story in here somewhere.
I am a scarecrow on vacation, taking a break from being vertical. I brush a lock of summer-bleached hair from my eyes to better watch over the field that has long been abandoned by crows, magpies, wood pigeons, or any bird as far as I can see. Nobody thinks about the scarecrow when it’s all over.