By Raymond Sloan
In four years the Smiths have moved twelve times, and each time Helen insists on a lawn. She never intended on gardening; Paul drove her to it.
In their first home, their forever home, Paul’s toxic mood smothered her. Now they never stay in one place too long.
Helen’s rule—up sticks before becoming stuck. So, when pesky neighbours persist with “get to know you” chit chat, she blows town.
She’ll bide her time for the perfect night, and at its darkest she’ll knee the dirt, bag up the scraps of Paul, and head off once more to plant new roots.
Dark and funny.
Thank you, Lynne
Thank you, Lynne.