Writing Challenge - Day 2
To all who are reading this,
If you saw yesterday's post you will know that I'm participating in the ELEMENTAL writing challenge - writing flash fiction on a different theme, each day, for 15 days.
If you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the second story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 2. - EARTH
"That bloody thing's been back!" Alan slammed his hands down on either side of the sink. The breakfast dishes rattled in the washing up bowl - the bowls, the spoons and cups. "Mary-Ann, did you hear me?" Mary-Ann shuffled through into the kitchen, one side of her hair still in rollers. She stifled a yawn, her wedding ring catching the weak Autumn sunlight. "Yes, I heard you. Think the whole village did. What is your problem now, dear?" "You look at the garden, you'll see the problem!" Mary-Ann moved to stand beside her husband. Peering through the window, all she could see was next door's cat sprawled on the grass, a battered leaf between its paws. "Alan, leave Mopsy alone. She's a cat, it's in their nature to prowl." "I couldn't care less about that mangy thing. Look again." Alan pointed in the general direction he wanted Mary-Ann to look. She sighed. "It's just a mole hill." "And its just ruining the garden too." "There have been moles in this village for as long as I've lived here, Alan. It's not a big deal." "What if it gets in the veg? I don't want those peas and spuds ruining!" "It won't ruin them. Harold and Sue next door have been home growing for years and the animals have never touched theirs. It's just looking for worms." Mary-Ann touched her husband's shoulder before heading back upstairs. As much as she loved Alan, he was still a city boy at heart. He didn't understand the country life as much as he thought. It had taken him a few months after moving in after the wedding to get used to the early morning starts. So a mole dug through the earth, made some holes, ate some worms. It wasn't a big deal. As she fixed her hair and dressed for work, Mary-Ann could hear him talking to himself. Muttering about the state of the garden - that it would take ages to sort it properly. Taking her handbag and local council files, she headed downstairs. As she reached for her car keys on the end table in the hallway, she caught the last of his mutterings about moles and their hills. "You old fool," she said with a smile. She could guarantee that by the time she got home after work, and the quick stop off to get some milk and a newspaper, there would be earth trails along the hallway and across the kitchen floor. His brand new wellington boots would be covered in mud and there would be another hole in the gardening gloves. And he would be sat, feet up on the sofa, watching sport. Cycling probably. It was like living with a mole some days. THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013)
Currently reading: Shadow Heir by Richelle Mead.
If you saw yesterday's post you will know that I'm participating in the ELEMENTAL writing challenge - writing flash fiction on a different theme, each day, for 15 days.
If you have any questions about my works or anything of the sort, please don't hesitate to get in touch! You can always post a comment below!
So... here's the second story.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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ELEMENTAL WRITING CHALLENGEDAY 2. - EARTH
"That bloody thing's been back!" Alan slammed his hands down on either side of the sink. The breakfast dishes rattled in the washing up bowl - the bowls, the spoons and cups. "Mary-Ann, did you hear me?" Mary-Ann shuffled through into the kitchen, one side of her hair still in rollers. She stifled a yawn, her wedding ring catching the weak Autumn sunlight. "Yes, I heard you. Think the whole village did. What is your problem now, dear?" "You look at the garden, you'll see the problem!" Mary-Ann moved to stand beside her husband. Peering through the window, all she could see was next door's cat sprawled on the grass, a battered leaf between its paws. "Alan, leave Mopsy alone. She's a cat, it's in their nature to prowl." "I couldn't care less about that mangy thing. Look again." Alan pointed in the general direction he wanted Mary-Ann to look. She sighed. "It's just a mole hill." "And its just ruining the garden too." "There have been moles in this village for as long as I've lived here, Alan. It's not a big deal." "What if it gets in the veg? I don't want those peas and spuds ruining!" "It won't ruin them. Harold and Sue next door have been home growing for years and the animals have never touched theirs. It's just looking for worms." Mary-Ann touched her husband's shoulder before heading back upstairs. As much as she loved Alan, he was still a city boy at heart. He didn't understand the country life as much as he thought. It had taken him a few months after moving in after the wedding to get used to the early morning starts. So a mole dug through the earth, made some holes, ate some worms. It wasn't a big deal. As she fixed her hair and dressed for work, Mary-Ann could hear him talking to himself. Muttering about the state of the garden - that it would take ages to sort it properly. Taking her handbag and local council files, she headed downstairs. As she reached for her car keys on the end table in the hallway, she caught the last of his mutterings about moles and their hills. "You old fool," she said with a smile. She could guarantee that by the time she got home after work, and the quick stop off to get some milk and a newspaper, there would be earth trails along the hallway and across the kitchen floor. His brand new wellington boots would be covered in mud and there would be another hole in the gardening gloves. And he would be sat, feet up on the sofa, watching sport. Cycling probably. It was like living with a mole some days. THE END© Copyright - Zoe Adams (2013)Currently reading: Shadow Heir by Richelle Mead.
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