Friday, October 26, 2012
Friday Fictioneers: "When?"
Welcome again to my entry for Friday Fictioneers. We've had a change of administration (Thanks for previous service, Madison, and thanks for taking over, Rochelle!), so I'm not quite sure how to handle the links, but here goes anyway.
It’s nigh unto noon and still we haven’t started outside. The dog needs a bath, the flower bed needs weeding, the birdbath needs mucking out. But still we sit here, and I’ll have to peel my forearm off the tablecloth when I do get up.
The coffee in the pot is treacly, just at the start of the scorching dregs.
That little tree needs to get planted, too, probably out near the road, where one day it will bud and flower and glow and flame for the cars driving by.
But who will live here to enjoy it from this side?