The plants couldn’t read the scrawled graffiti warning not to trespass. They would have ignored it even if they had been literate.
Years of human destruction was going to be remedied. The weeds grew eagerly, forcing their roots under the walls undermining the foundations. Ivy followed insinuating its fronds into every tiny crevice then swelling to force the cracks wider. These walls would crumble. It would take a while, but nature would repossess the land.
The rambling rose raced up the walls, bursting open its splendid blooms as a triumphant celebration of the environment returning to its natural state.
Word Count: 99
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.