The Helper

Inspiration is all around us all we have to do is see it. Here is another 99 word tale of a real event.

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Borders cleared of weeds, blooms would lie deeply dormant for the spring months after the approaching winter. The rustling behind me wasn’t distracting; I knew him.

My companion in the task wasn’t helpful. Having sat on the fence while I got things from the garage, he moved down to the rough brick wall as I knelt on the grass. The rattle of pots and swish of branches had him noted but unseen.

Soil roughly levelled I returned to the conservatory for coffee and malted milk biscuit, my grey furry helper looked up undeterred, filling cheeks with newly dug bulbs.