I stand alone

I’ve been here for years. Unloved. Unnoticed. That’s me. 

Nobody ever asks how I’m feeling. No one ever asks what I want. It’s just take, take, take. So much noise, so much chaos. Hands clamping around me, legs running around. Sirens, shouting, panic and relief. Then it all stops as quickly as it began. Once again, silence.

When they leave, I cry. I’m not ashamed to say it. Tears roll down my cold, red body and form tiny rivers that trickle forever onwards down the street. Once a sparrow danced and bathed in my tears. They soon stopped after that.


Posted as part of a 100 word photo prompt by Friday Fictioneers.


17 thoughts on “I stand alone

    1. MrBinks says:

      Well, it’s nice to be a little different from time to time. Hope you enjoyed it. Looking forward to contributing every Friday.

  1. Joe Owens says:

    So glad you joined us in this. The perspective of the fire hydrant is unique. I have read nearly fifty of the responses and yours is the only from that perspective.

  2. dailyshorts says:

    I never thought I would feel sorry for a fire hydrant. Loved the line, “Tears roll down my cold, red body and form tiny rivers that trickle forever onwards down the street.”

    Good job! 🙂

  3. rochellewisoff says:

    Dear Mr. Binks,

    I’m thinking I should be welcoming you to Friday Fictioneers. It’s addictive.

    Poor fire hydrant. We do take them for granted, especially the canine population.



  4. sustainabilitea says:

    Welcome! It took me a minute to realize who was talking (after all, I don’t hear fire hydrants every day.) 🙂 Good to get some recognition for the fire hydrants. Where would we be without them.


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