Thursday, 11 November 2010

It's Sixty-Word Thursday - Hurrah!

Here we go with this Thursday's little slice of happiness.  This is another one I adapted into a lengthier piece that was subsequently published in the Static Movement Anthology 'Caught in Darkness'.

Enjoy :)


There is nothing finer in life than being on the allotments: the wind on your face, spade in hand, the smell of freshly dug earth.   A flask of tea and a cheese sandwich waiting in the shed.

Nothing finer. 
Except, perhaps, the gentle, gentle sound of a man's dying breath.

'Digging in a bit of fertilizer, Tom?'

'Aye, Stan. Fertilizer.'