It’s a long weekend. We’re going to see our granddaughter tomorrow, so today is the only day for work. Planting and such.

Still, I’d rather till weeds, plant seeds and cut grass than deal with that shithole office one second longer. Would that I could pay the mortgage on a landscaper salary.

This world is not kind enough to those who do the simple things, nor generous.

Target: 500 words
Written: 288 words, novella: The Mungk