PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Nancy loved pottering about with Mum. Today they were planting flowers. Or they would once Mum found her garden tools.
“It’s as if they crawl off on their own.” she muttered to herself digging through piles of junk in their garden shed.
“Maybe the gnomes came to borrow them.” mused Nancy.
Mum mumbled something about gnomes and arses.
Cinnamon sticks poked out off one shelf, catching Nancy’s eye.
“See! The gnomes replace what they borrow with cinnamon sticks.”
“Flip! so this is where I stuffed these bloody cinnamon sticks. Maybe I should check the spice cupboard for my garden tools.”
100 words
My very first instinct was to write some grisly murder / thriller. Images of leaves, dried twigs and wintry scenes has this effect on me. I pushed myself to find something different, stretch my creative muscles a bit. Get the rusty cogwheels turning. There’s a bundle of twigs on the makeshift shelving that look like cinnamon sticks. (Left on image). And I went with that!
Hope you enjoy the break from my dark side. Anyone who is a busy parent juggling work (housework or career or both), fitness habits, hobbies, child-rearing will know that feeling of confusion upon discovering misplaced items. And I doubt that Mum will find her tools in the spice cupboard. That would be too easy.
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