A devout Anglican and stalwart leader in women’s ministry, Margaret Wesley didn’t believe in magic. Magic was the Devil’s work.
However, unwittingly Margaret’s new gardening book had taken her into unchartered territory, promising remarkable growth through talking to your plants.
Putting on her reading glasses, she started with the struggling Ipomoea purpurea vine:
“What comes out of the earth, returns to the earth…”
Astonished by the instant results, Margaret almost choked on her dentures. The vine was growing faster than a triffid, and was about to engulf her house.
“Mrs Wesley? Mrs Wesley?”
WHAT would she say to the Reverend?
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This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers.
Luckily she won’t have to say anything to the reverend – the vine is about to entomb her house until she’s woken by a prince’s kiss in 100 years
Oh dear! She may have to change her preconceived notions.
Oh my…
Some explaining to do, I fear.
Laughed when I read she almost chocked on her dentures. Nicely take on the prompt.
A fun read!
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Thanks very much, Barbara.
yes, that possibility definitely crossed my mind, Neil. I really loved this prompt and felt it was ripe with potential.
Thanks very much. I had had a phobia of false teeth all my life and much to my horror, they don’t always behave themselves.
Definitely. That’s if the pair of them escape.
I could see it taking something big like this to change a mind like hers!
Where can I lay my hands on a copy of that gardening book? 🙂
What a great story, made me laugh!
Well that escalated quickly. Soon she will be high on the vine.
Quite a spectacle. Wonder how she’ll cope with that??
Thanks very much. Zealots of any variety are easy prey.
I definitely need one of those too. Thank goodness we’ve had a bit of rain lately. Our garden is actually looking alright.
I wonder if she wakes up in Camelot–or maybe in Harry Potter’s world.
Someone like her would make an interesting addition to Harry Potter.
That reminds me, that I’ve never read a Harry Potter book and should have a go.
Neither have I. It’s just not on my priority list 🙂
I loved her choking on her dentures! Well written.
I thought this was hilarious, Rowena. My wife was a garden with the City Department of Parks and Recreation. Her boss would say to the plants, “Grow mother-f*cker, grow.” Somehow, she always got fantastic results.