Microfiction Day 14 – ‘The Gardener’

Over one thousand weeks. Over seven thousand days.

She remembered when her formally patioed garden transformed overnight. She woke to grass that reached up to her mid thigh. To dahlias like the fists of a giant trying to punch the clouds from the sky. To lavender that could be seen from two streets away.

The neighbours gossiped.

So she had gardened. Every day. And every day she woke up to find it was the same. The grass wild, the flowers huge.

But not today. Today, she found a lake where her garden had been.

“You’ve GOT to be kidding me.”