Lake Lewisia #1011

Almost anything could go feral, if it was canny enough to survive the process of abandonment and capable of hardening a heart that might otherwise be broken by the fall from domestication. Feral furniture, left on curbs and street corners or fallen from moving vehicles along the highway, had been interbreeding in herds for years. In vacant lots or along overgrown shoulders, one might spot something with an assortment of shelves and legs, roll tops or coat hooks on the big stags, passing headlights glinting off mismatched drawer pulls that regarded humans with the angry suspicion of the once-loved.

---

LL#1011