Wreckage

An October gale hurled debris around as Grandpa Joe struggled to bolt the front door.

‘Bloody hell, never seen anything like it,’ Joe muttered.

‘Global warning, Gramps,’ Mike, his teenage grandson shouted from the kitchen. 'You aul fellas wrecked the planet.’

Glancing furtively at Mike, Joe secretly wondered if he was right.

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