Mrs Bailey reported for duty dead on seven every Wednesday morning. Her age always succeeded in getting her the easy jobs.
“You’re on worms today.” She sighed with relief. They usually gave her morning tea duties but she liked being outside with the other volunteers, soaking up the sun as she gift wrapped the worms’ food in newspaper before placing it in their bin. She loved the community garden. Not only did the banter and cameraderie ease her solitary home life, so did the take-home veggies. Enough for a week. Money was sparse.
Thursday’s she volunteered at the chicken farm.
Rochelle hosts Friday Fictioneers each week. All are welcome to join in and write a 100 word flash, then add their link via the blue frog found on her site. Otherwise use the blue frog to see other people’s responses to the photo prompt which this week is courtesy of .© David Stewart