First tomato. Sherman and Mr. Peabody for scale. A week from now and I will have plenty more plus lemon cucumbers.
This week I tried to map out a conflict before I started rather than just thinking of a character and typing. It is a pretty half-assed entry but I made my stated goal of writing 6 brand new stories pulled out of nothing.
This week’s story is about a bored elder Aunt Beety who escapes quarantine to meet her sister and catch-up on gossip only to be thwarted by a tribal road block. She tells a fib to get around it with unexpected results.
“Well, I’m sick,” Beety said, touching her forehead. A flimsy folding table sat next to the nurse. She grabbed a little gadget and held it to Beety’s forehead.
Beety jerked back. “I do not consent.”
“You don’t have a temperature. Do you have symptoms?”
“Of course I do. Why would I be driving around by myself?”
Beety put her hand on the side of her face and grimaced then slid her hand down her neck and to her chest and forced a gargly cough.
“Yeah, that’s bad,” the nurse said. She picked up a walkie-talkie from the table. “We’ve got an elder gonna need an examination.”
Five (5!) pounds of roasted hatch chiles arrived on my doorstep Wednesday.
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