I have a feeling this little story got lost in the blog. I renamed it: “The Mean Lady” Enjoy 🙂
I walked inside the rhododendron bush that was two stories high, planted years ago by the hunchback, the first person to live in our blue Ardsley house.
We could walk in to this rhododendron bush as if it were a room. I sat on the “horse,” the long branch with a saddle seat curve that we hopped up and down on to make the tall bush shake.
But today I sat without jumping up and down. I was tired of this horse. I wanted a real horse, and I knew I would not be getting a horse.
Then I heard a Saturday mower.
The noise met me in the shade of the rhododendron. I lifted my chin to it.
Somewhere in the neighborhood, sounding its presence like a cavalry horn, was the first mower of spring. It ignited the sullen kernels of adventure in my ears and I got off…
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I know the mean lady’s name you know! P (One of your best written short stories!)
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LOL!! And thanks for the thumbs up!!!! 🙂