Robin believes everyone needs a place to call their own.
Somewhere away from city folk and their incessant screaming, their clutching hands hanging onto their miserable existences.
Robin wonders if anything can compare with climbing the hillside at the end of an exhausting yet exhilarating day and thankfully laying down your burden.
He says every man needs somewhere to put his feet up, a place to lay the head.
So he reaches his allotment, sighs with relief and thanks the stars above for this, his own space.
He glances at the shelves by his door.
Now… where to lay this head?
A rehash of a story from over eight years ago, in the absence of any inspiration once again. Grateful thanks to someone never short of inspiration, the leader of Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.