By Gracie Lirette
Sally knew what she was supposed to plant in the small patch of dirt outside her bedroom window: vegetables. Sally even knew what type to tell her dear husband, sweetly smiling and going on about tomorrow’s tomatoes.
Sally never did plant those cherry tomatoes.
She remembered thinking of tomato paste, though, when her brand new silver shovel hit the back of her husband’s head.
“Maybe I’ll plant them on top,” she considered, dragging his form into the hole she had dug. “How foolish. Nobody plants tomatoes six feet in the ground,” she whispered, tutting at the body.
“That’s for people, silly.”
good story.