It’s time for the Friday Fictioneers! Each week, Madison Woods posts a photo prompt, and flash fiction writers around the world submit 100-word stories in response. You can read the other submissions this week via the link at the end of my story. There is also a Facebook Page for Friday Fictioneers.
We moved to Wisconsin to enjoy country life. Our “back yard” was a lush, green meadow. Our garden was the width of a football field, filled with tomatoes, cucumbers and corn, bordered by the sweetest of end zones: strawberries on one side and raspberries on the other.
I didn’t have a chance to tend the garden last year, what with all the trips to the doctor, hospital, hospice and, finally, the funeral home. I can see the raspberry bushes starting to become a thorny bramble, but all I can do now is hover over them and watch them self-destruct.