The Pillar

The pillar supported her weight perfectly, come rain or sunshine. She leant on it, and it never failed to support her, and she was glad it was there. She might have fallen, she thought, but for the pillar. The storms weathered it, but it held, ground down, but ever strong. It wouldn't let her fall.

As time passed she began to feel strong again, and finally one day she stood up straight, of her own accord. And the pillar fell down, collapsed, and it broke into tiny pieces at her feet.

"Oh," she said, because the pillar had been leaning on her too all along.