Picture prompt.
Under the sod lay Jake; my first love. For forty years the grass grew fertile and green. He went unnoticed … until.
Barney moved in, a lodger I said, but it wasn’t long before, he was sharing my bed. He was persistent, I was lonely and had space. Barney was a twinkler and had a nice face. At sixty I didn’t expect … stuff, to happen to me.
That Summer a heatwave killed the grass; revealing a shape. Coming back from shopping I was shocked to see. Jake poking out and Barney’s head looking at me. From a hole in the lawn.
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Picture prompt was lent only for the use of the #FridayFictioneers by Ronda Del Boccio.
Did you think she had murdered a bloke? Did the reverse twist catch You? Tell me talk to me.