There wasn’t a battery strong enough to jolt Martha from her chair and out into her workshop.
Over the years, age had taken a big bite from her youth and left her as drooped as wilted lettuce in a garden.
Each year Critics would award ribbons to Martha's garden that somehow remained lovely year after year. Martha smirked as the fellow gardeners gave her the evil eye.
They have
no idea about the evil eye. I could mow them over, like that.
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Love your take - and the illustration is perfect too.
ReplyDeleteEyes can be creepy when like this.
DeleteYikes! And have a nice weekend :)
ReplyDeleteAnd to you. In Illinois, Memorial Day was special, honored. I remember putting flags on Veterans' grave site.
DeleteThe evil eye only works if it's believed in.
ReplyDeleteI'd believe those eyes, let me tell you.
DeleteImma tell you, I sure appreciate that sharp and many faceted halls in your brain. Neat short one.. We like it. From NC, smiling.
ReplyDeleteThat should be "FROM FLORIDA" I am a little distracted with the family here reading and commenting... LOL
DeleteFlorida or Georgia, either seems to be swinging.
DeleteMy faceted halls in my brain have so many turns. Some can be a little strange.
DeleteI'm wondering how Martha's garden stays so award worthy, when she can barely get out of her chair. Does she give the evil eye to people and make them care for the garden?
ReplyDeleteMartha should direct the other people to work for her. I would.
DeleteWhile i'd want to accuse her of cheating by using magic to keep her garden perfect, i don't want to come in for that evil eye myself.
ReplyDeleteThat photo was creepy.
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