OVER THE RIVER … TO GRANDMA’S HOUSE

winter road
Postmans December Pexels 2019


OVER THE RIVER …

TO GRANDMA’S HOUSE



“Fence”

“Garden”

“That was not a garden.”

“It used to be a garden. How do you know there aren’t root plants still be harvested?”

“Root plants being harvested … Are you kidding me?”

“Yeh, dummy. You know what a root plant is?

“Of course I know…”

“Alright, kids.” Dad turned his head and interrupted the heated debate. “Either play the game without the bickering, or sit back there quietly and allow the peacefulness of nature to infuse your souls.”

“We’ll stop the bickering, Dad, if you stop with the infusing of souls.” Darla smiled at Leo. Dad had won again with his back-to-nature mantras.

Leo handed the left ear bud to Darla and each began listening to Leo’s new classic from Def Leppard on his MP3.

Darla leaned over and whispered, “Horse, over to the left. I’m ahead by three.” And she smiled.



Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PRACTICAL PRACTITIONER #50.

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