Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson

Over the Fence

“I don’t know what those things are called, do I? I’m not a gardener. No, definitely not. I mean it looks okay, although some veg is more productive, as long as it’s something I like. You know, like toms, they are nice. I’m not keen on the green stuff though.”

“Are you talking to yourself?”
“What, me?”
“Yes, you!”

“Well, I suppose so… and what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, I guess.”

(silence)

“Are you a little lonely, perhaps?”
“No.”
“Really?”
“No.”

(silence)

“Look, I’m busy. Okay?

“You don’t want to tell me what you’re doing?”

(muttering)

“Alright, I’ll tell you…”

~~~

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers
Genre: Memoir
Word Count: 100

3 July 2026