Garden Spade - a story

Life sucks, said the garden spade, you know that? Once I was needed and chosen to do the hard work and make everything fresh, to make it bloom and look at me now!
He stood in the ground, grumpy, planted like a bush that would never sprout let alone bloom. There was nothing to do and even less to see. The landscape was empty and so the days, weeks passed. Summer was long gone and so was autumn. No one had thought of him for a moment or found it necessary to pull him out of the ground and take him to the shed.
You must be enjoying yourself inside, roared the spade, but not even a dog came by to pee on him like they did last summer. Yuck, just thinking about it. It must be the reason why I look so miserable and rusty, grumbled the spade. What is wrong with you, you bunch of ungrateful dogs, don't think that when spring comes I will put a spade in the ground to help you.
Night fell again and it became colder and colder. His steel felt icy cold but for a moment he imagined that the earth embraced him and warmed him.
Just for a moment, he muttered, as he closed his cold eyelids.
The water dripping from the sky didn't bother him. He was used to rain by now but what hurt him most was that he had been discarded. Forgotten, labeled as trash.

The sun broke through and shone a few warm rays on his cold body. He groaned for a moment. He hadn't been this warm in a long time but his good mood quickly disappeared when the first flakes fell from the sky. A blanket of snow covered his angry face and he didn't care anymore. I'm going to hibernate, he growled, and if I ever wake up, who knows, I might be knocked over like a bicycle lamp or a car wheel, something more precious to man than a stupid garden spade.




Prompt: see title - provided by @freewritehouse
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4.12.24


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