A few years ago I wrote a creepy little horror fiction ditty called Brokeneck, about a stand of alders, an incomplete culling, and a supernatural vengeance.

Today I was pleased to see that the little broken sapling that inspired the tale is still growing strong, albeit sideways. Doing her own thing, and I would expect nothing less.

I saluted her and passed quickly by. 🌳👻

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You can read the tale here:

talebones.substack.com/…