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Flash Fiction–Garden Party

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GARDEN PARTY

Helen fell to her knees as if struck by a stone. Her harvest scene of scarecrows, cornstalks, and pumpkins was again in ruins. Had the fox returned?
She smiled when she spied her recent acquisition. The jaunty gnome clutched a tiny pipe and grinned back with pumice-colored eyes. At least he was still planted firmly where she had placed him.
Or was he? Since the injury, Helen’s thoughts were often muddled by medication. She looked at her watch. Time for another pill.
She headed toward the house as a delicate wisp of smoke arose, encircling the head of her new friend.

Tricia Pimental
Bayou City Branch

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