Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Mrs Troxel has a shovel
leaning against a tree
and every time I pass her house
I think that shovel is for me.
Mrs Troxel gardens at night
when the air is bitter and cold
She whistles as she digs and prunes
black trees and bushes with thorns
” Come on over and help me ”
She calls from the side of the road
” I have a shovel just for you
and a spot to rest under that tree.”
One night I think I’ll stop
and I might just say hello
Because I have an ax in my shed
and I think it’s just for her.