This is a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less) and each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end.

Source:  Sonya with the blog, Only 100 Words.

I have stood here for 50 years.  A clear view of the surrounding environment and observing the changes wrought in the passing seasons. I hear how they describe me now, as “an eyesore” or “a blot on the landscape”.   I fear that they will not have long to wait for my demise.  I feel the rust creeping up and into my steel girders.  Eventually, the rust will erode my strength and I will tumble to the ground.  I do not want my legacy, the recall of my history, marked by those I crush beneath me at my ignominious end.  Once I was useful, contributing to society.  I hope that they remember that past and gently dismantle me with the respect I have earned as the sentinel of this place.

(129 words not counting title or rules)

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  1. Great story. Very enjoyable. If you ever find time to read mine I’m afraid it might be too late 🙂 Lucky I wait to read other’s stories before writing mine.

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  2. Nice use of giving life to an object – personification? Anthropromorphism? One of those. But anyways, you do a great job of telling the story from the water towers view. I like that it doesn’t want crush someone if it is left to rust and fall. Great writing! Loved it!

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