GARDENING LEAVE
Lynne was digging absently, her mind on her
latest plot, when Ron’s voice broke into her train of thought. “What’s for
dinner?”
Lynne sighed. “I’ve already told you twice – stew and
cabbage.”
“No potatoes?”
“There weren’t any – shelves stripped bare.”
However early Lynne went shopping, the locusts beat her to it. Putting food on the table was hard enough without Ron’s
constant whining. She stabbed her fork viciously into the compost heap and continued plotting.
A few months later Lynne’s novel was finished, the
garden was awash with green, and Ron had potatoes coming out of his ears.
For some reason I couldn't copy the photo on Rochelle's blog, so I've used a copy of the lovely painting she did from the same photo - I hope that's okay? To read what other writers made of the image, go to https://rochellewisoff.com/ and click on the frog.
My story is not - repeat NOT - based on fact, just on daydreams! I hope you are all well, and if the virus hits you, get well soon. We are self-isolating as much as is possible - we do need to eat. Thank goodness the Off-licence is considered essential by Boris and his government! Cheers!
