She could see him trying to struggle but she had made good knots and tamped the dirt down well as she filled him in and her shoulders still ached.
-
Show this thread
-
She brushed his head as he raged at her and she looked at their privacy hedges and marveled how things that grow slowly can grow so tall.
1 reply 1 retweet 22 likesShow this thread -
When he quieted once more she bent down close and whispered. The ants don’t bite here, Stanley. They’re just garden ants. But their feet will tickle. They’ll tickle you all day. For God’s sake, Dorothy.
1 reply 0 retweets 23 likesShow this thread -
When the bowl was empty, Dot sat on the edge of the lawn and felt the sun and heard Stanley saying things and screaming things and thought about the sun and the bucket and the uncooked head.
4 replies 0 retweets 18 likesShow this thread -
At last she decided it wouldn’t do for a chance visitor to see Stanley out in the garden. The children never visited but somebody might; you never know.
3 replies 0 retweets 13 likesShow this thread -
Standing to retrieve the bucket, she said. It’s a new start, Stanley. A new start. We can do anything we want. Isn’t it exciting?
2 replies 0 retweets 24 likesShow this thread -
Later, carefully wiping the surfaces of the kitchen, Dot found the fork on the floor and washed it, returning it dry to its drawer.
3 replies 0 retweets 20 likesShow this thread -
From where she stood she could see the yard, and the turned earth, and the bucket.
1 reply 0 retweets 15 likesShow this thread -
Perhaps I *will* put a pool back there, she thought. I don’t swim but I can learn.
1 reply 1 retweet 13 likesShow this thread -
I’ll tell Stanley all about it tomorrow. He’ll be so pleased. /end
8 replies 1 retweet 43 likesShow this thread
Looks like someone ... (•_•) / Buried ... ( •_•)>⌐■-■ Their head in the sand. (⌐■_■)
Loading seems to be taking a while.
Twitter may be over capacity or experiencing a momentary hiccup. Try again or visit Twitter Status for more information.