The old tree sat alone. He offered neither shade nor food anymore. Nobody cared to visit: birds nor squirrels.
When the storm uprooted him and his fruit-bearing progeny, nobody missed him nor mourned his loss.
Tiny Story: Old
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Author: Shaily Agrawal
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Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
But the insects will delight in devouring the remains.
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Unfortunate truth of old age
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So true.
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