I’m not even sure where it came from. I think I found it in the gutter somewhere, or maybe on a trash heap. Seems someone had pitched it because it seemed to them no longer useful.
Truth be told, it was no longer useful—at least not in the way it had once been. The bristles were worn and many were just missing. It kind of reminded me of the Wicked Witch’s broom AFTER she’d used it for a torch on that poor Scarecrow. And you know, I’m sure I would have thrown it away too if I were only relying on it to serve its original purpose.
But purpose can change, can’t it? That old broom that had been tossed aside is now the perfect tool for getting into those tight spots that a fully-bristled younger version might miss.
Which is all to say that as it turns out, there was nothing wrong with that old broom after all. It was only a lack of vision that tossed it on the trash heap.
I hope, one day, someone finds a use for this old broom too—even after it looks like the fire’s gone out.
