The wall came tumbling down was penned over ten minutes at a writing workshop – don’t judge me!

It was hardly Humpty Dumpty. Nothing childish or fun about it at all. Irene stared at the pile of rubble which – as short a time ago as yesterday evening – had been an ancient stone wall, overgrown with moss and ferns, dividing her garden from the woods beyond.
She shifted her gaze and scowled. Yes, the new gap had allowed the fruit, flower and veg predators in. And they had had a wild time.

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