© 2013 Aaron Atkinson

Once Upon a Wall

There’s a story in this picture. Heck, there might even be a sermon in this picture.

This little bit of greenery was growing out of the side of an eight foot high wall on the edge of a winding sidewalk.

As such, this would be story about strength and determination. It would be a recount of resilience and overcoming the odds. It would have a lesson of leveraging limited resources for maximum gain. It would be a litany of how life triumphs over cold, harsh stone. When passed along, this parable would make women weep and children cheer.

Yes, there’s a story in here.

And it would be a story well-told, were it not for the fact that I know how this chronicle concludes.

You see, this particular story does not end with ‘the end.’ It ends, instead, with one word.

One powerful, compound word…



  1. Betty Atkinson
    Posted May 21, 2013 at 1:10 pm | #

    Stinker!!!!! 🙂

  2. Aaron Atkinson
    Posted June 5, 2013 at 2:39 am | #

    I can’t help it. I have a weed-killing addiction.

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