Friday Fictioneers 1st June 2018

The start of another month already!
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PHOTO PROMPT Β© Connie Gayer

Muttering under his breath, Samuel kept digging.
The muddy pool of water over his ankles did little to improve his mood.
Next door had raised beds of vegetables. Now he understood why.
The soil here was clay based and the water table only eighteen inches from the surface.
He had to dig a hole three feet deep to accommodate the root balls of the missus’ latest fancy of having fruit trees.
He was tempted to dig six feet and plant her!

81 words.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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36 Responses to Friday Fictioneers 1st June 2018

  1. Dear Pensitivity,

    Could be what he’s thinking, just so long as he doesn’t act on it. πŸ˜‰ Nicely done.



  2. Sandra says:

    I suspect his efforts will be in vain, with that soil. Well, for the fruit tree anyway.

    • We’ve planted an apple tree and four fruit bushes in our back garden. Our soil is clay based and we’ve been extremely generous with compost when we planted, so we’re hopeful. We may resort to raised beds or pots for our veg next year though as they will be easier to tend. Hubby is also thinking of getting some top soil to give our veg a fighting chance next time. We shall have to see.

  3. Emily says:

    Nice use of the prompt. Your language is so wonderfully descriptive.

  4. Anita says:

    Great analysis. Water-table looks good. However, fruit trees need their space.
    Hope he doesn’t plan his work & work his plan of planting her in that very place…
    True Treasure – Anita

  5. James Pyles says:

    Dad sometimes used to say that he thought Mom was trying to work him to death. Wives and their “honey dos.” πŸ˜‰

  6. Excellent! I couldn’t help but laugh at that last line!

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  7. jillyfunnell says:

    Well he could do with mixing something into that clay soil but preferably not his wife!

  8. StuHN says:

    Grumpy man with his grumpy thoughts.

  9. Dale says:

    The things we do for love, Di! Loved it… mutterings and all…

  10. Rowena says:

    That’s marriage for you. The feeling could well have been mutual.
    Best wishes,

  11. Lynn Love says:

    Ha! I know how he feels – that clay is awfully hard to dig! Nicely told tale

  12. Ha… but six feet is at least twice as much work… she should be safe for now.

  13. Mike says:

    Only six feet, I think that she might dig herself out, 😊

  14. Ha ha – what men will do for their wives – provided said wife doesn’t push too hard! Loved the last line.

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

  15. Hopefully he will dump a bale of part moss in instead. 😊
    Poor guy’s doing a lot of digging and muttering this week.

  16. Jelli says:

    Could hear his frustration in this well and clearly! πŸ™‚

  17. Gardening is very frustrating! πŸ™‚

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