PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
I lived in that house once. The family home. The yard immaculately kept. What have they done to my grounds? Weeds dominate the cracks in the pavement. Vines intertwine creating nature’s rope from the second floor to ground. Do they know their teenage daughter climbs down the leaf ladder in a micro-mini and push-up? Underwear optional… Makes even a dead man’s heartbeat. The boyfriends never last. An axe and a homicidal grin usually does the trick. An antic influenced by my brother. Must protect what is mine; the girl, the garden. Here she comes. Damn the bush needs trimming.