Deposits

The iron ore slept,
dreaming of the coming fire
that would finish man.

#130story

Jane visited the bank whilst walking her dog to pay a cheque in and Rover, not one to be left out, made a few deposits of his own #130story

Parents asleep, Jed hunts. Bar stool, work surface, top cupboard. Here's the tin with its vast deposits of Gold chocolate bars. #130story

Michael was mystified. His deposits and outgoings always balanced. But the joint account was the opposite of strong and stable. #130story

The deposits had been paid. People were expecting to see the machines turn up tomorrow to break ground.. by then he'd be long gone #130story

Walking dogs day in, day out. I've lost count, the poo bags I've carried miles, bashing my legs, before finding the elusive bin #130story