Five times a day Peter ran training sessions. It would have been quicker to get in the earthworks man. ” Why pay when I can do it? ” Peter said. Yes, he’s done it. Only six years after we moved to this god-forsaken drought prone place with the red clay soil, the wire finally reached the connection box.
“What are you going to do with them now?”
“You wanted a garden didn’t you. The worms’ll work the soil like I’ve trained them to do and you’ll have a garden in no time.”
“No time? I don’t think I’ve got another six years.”
In response to the photo prompt kindly provided by Connie Gayer (Mrs Russell) and the hosting by Rochelle who invites us to write a flash of no more than 100 words and link up via the blue frog on her site. If you don’t want to write have a read as there is always a varied talented selection to read.