“The Tool Shed”

The key to my father’s shed feels much smaller than I remember.

The lock – rust-red but well-oiled – clicks.

The door swings open.

Tools neatly ranged, boxes of nails and screws clearly labeled.

A note, scrawled in his familiar hand.

“All yours now, son. Please, don’t make a mess.”

First published on Hive. https://peakd.com/hive-161155/@felt.buzz/the-tool-shed-a-humpbuckle-tale


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