Flash Fiction #132 – Mrs. Bloom’s Garden
Old Mrs. Grimwald spied on old Mrs. Bloom, toiling away in her yard: how arrogantly her sworn enemy preened her garden. Mrs. Grimwald “harrumphed” down the ladder; she’d be damned if Mrs. Bloom won Year’s Best Garden a fifth year in a row. This was Mrs. Grimwald’s year. And it would have been. See, Mrs. …