King Me
By Sue Ellis
Larson says we can harvest horseradish in any month spelled with an 'r'. He's the big-shot gardening expert now. After massive layoffs and unemployment, he's elevated in stature from neighborhood blight to sought-after adviser. Eats it up, too, in his organic cotton coveralls, holding court beside a gutted, rusted out Toyota pick-up converted to a chicken coop.
"So, I can dig now, right?" I ask him innocently, "Aurgust?" He doesn't condescend to smile at my wit. I wander around pretending to admire his set-up and palm a couple of eggs when he's not looking.
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Sue Ellis lives and writes near Spokane, Washington. Her short stories and poetry have appeared at a such places as, Flash Me Magazine, Wild Violet, Ken Again, and A Long Story Short. She's a member of The Internet Writers Workshop.
By Sue Ellis
Larson says we can harvest horseradish in any month spelled with an 'r'. He's the big-shot gardening expert now. After massive layoffs and unemployment, he's elevated in stature from neighborhood blight to sought-after adviser. Eats it up, too, in his organic cotton coveralls, holding court beside a gutted, rusted out Toyota pick-up converted to a chicken coop.
"So, I can dig now, right?" I ask him innocently, "Aurgust?" He doesn't condescend to smile at my wit. I wander around pretending to admire his set-up and palm a couple of eggs when he's not looking.
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Sue Ellis lives and writes near Spokane, Washington. Her short stories and poetry have appeared at a such places as, Flash Me Magazine, Wild Violet, Ken Again, and A Long Story Short. She's a member of The Internet Writers Workshop.
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