Posted in Flash Fiction

Springtime Blues

Germinating beans

“Charlene, what’s happening back there?”

“It’s Ben. He’s curled up and refusing to move.”

“Silly boy! Doesn’t he realise how important this moment is? If we don’t go now …”

“I told him that Dad but he says he’s scared of the light.”

“Tell him Charlene, if he doesn’t move his backside by the time I count to three he can stay here and rot. One, two …”





Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

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