Last autumn I planted daffodils. They should be up now but they’re not. I saw a yellow grub the other day, so perhaps it’s eaten my bulbs!
I’ll have them for breakfast. Hang on... magic mushrooms, they’re
a drug. So I’d better not. What if someone sees them and reports me for growing
narcotics? What shall I do?
I know, I’ll burn them on the fire tonight. But the smoke
might get my neighbours high.
Help!
If you've any ideas please let me know!
Let them be. They are good for the soil.
ReplyDeleteToo funny. I just mentioned magic mushrooms in a comment a few stories ago. Haven't ever had any, but have had them offered to me.
ReplyDeletejanet
Fun and fresh little piece. Pity about the daffs; they are such optimistic flowers.
ReplyDeleteLove the story and the purple picture too.
ReplyDeleteThis is good. I want to see something like this in a newspaper advice column. I wonder what they would say.
ReplyDeleteThat was a lot of fun listening to your stream of consciousness. No advice. Hope the daffs come up.
ReplyDeleteDear Rosey,
ReplyDeleteI believe a welcome to Friday Fictioneers is in order. Clever little story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Ha. Getting the neighbors high would be a problem…
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