Robin sat in the dirt by the shed and gazed down at his rusting arm. His name wasn’t actually Robin, but little Alfie had been so excited when he’d been brought home that they let him name him. The wind picked up and drops of rain started to bounce off his skin, so he curled … Continue reading Gardner’s Friend
Tag: gardening
Laid Bare
I always enjoyed gardening in bare feet, until I found the shoe prints by the window.
The Lodger
Roger turned over the earth with practiced ease, before carefully placing another canine companion in its grave. The garden was full of them; tiny little indentations where the bodies had decomposed and the earth had backfilled. He had loved every one of them; he just never knew how to keep them alive.
Them Weeds
Benjamin swung the scythe through the jungle of weeds that had seemed to appear overnight. He smiled as he mentally congratulated himself on a job well done with sharpening the edge. It sliced through the flora with ease and soon he’d have eliminated the encroaching weeds. As he swept through a particularly egregious clump, … Continue reading Them Weeds
Roses Are Red
The beautiful song of the morning birds was brutally and dispassionately drowned out by the sound of lawn mowers. Margaret was halfway through picking the infestation of aphids off her roses, when her neighbour, Mr Carter, wheeled out his lawnmower and joined in the artificial racket. Margaret sighed and continued with the roses. When she … Continue reading Roses Are Red
