A blooming that never was

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(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

The garden once the cynosure of all eyes now remained untenanted and untended. The rampant and haphazard growth of the barks were reaching out like tentacles threatening to obscure the right half of the brick façade. The clock perched atop the summit had stopped signaling time. Time, anyway was no longer of either essence or excitement. Ash had taken an interest bordering on fanaticism in tending to the garden. Handpicking plants from the nursery, she became a Mother doting upon her innocuous and pristine children. The flowers that bloomed, the grass that gently tickled her bare feet when she walked on them, leaves that swayed to the music of the cool breeze.

“The easiest way to win a woman’s heart is through her garden” was her favourite refrain.

Then she just disappeared like the still of the night leaving a shell shocked Venky to nurture more his Whiskey than Nature.

(Word Count: 150)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #4 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.

 

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