(This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.)
Leaving One's Handiwork
Word
count: 150 (167)
Genre:
Suspense
Character:
An
expert gardener
Material:
A
pair of slippers
Sentence:
"Sorry
I hung up on you"
Bonus:
The
Sun is failing.
A
month had passed since the sun had last been seen. The sky seemed to
be a bit brighter today than before. Fido, came in barking at his
master who was a gardener for a manor house. Hearing Fido, he
shuffled to the window and peered out. Sure enough, a glimmer of
light was in the sky. Better than nothing like the past few days, he
grabbed his slippers, and went out to check the gardens. Most
everything was turning brown; withering away.
Saddened
seeing his handiwork wilt, he headed back inside to call his sister.
She answered on the second ring. And then a click. He waited. She
called right back.
“Sorry
I hung up on you.” she said, “How does it look today?”
“Terrible.”
he said, shaking his head. “Everything is dying or dead.”
“Shall
I get the guest room ready?”
He
picked up his trusty tools, a flashlight, and Fido. Taking one last
look at his beautiful garden, he said goodbye.
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