Tending the Garden

A word of caution...this one isn't for the kids.


John Wilton found himself in his sun porch clutching the handle of a stirrup hoe. Rain had soaked the yard for the past few days, and he knew—following Karen's example—that the garden would need a good weeding. It was her garden, suggested by her therapist, a hobby to occupy her troubled mind—something living to help her forget the baby.

But Karen didn't forget. With her in the hospital, he was left with the house and the garden to tend, alone.

He...