This month, the great prompts have been provided by lissa at The Memory Tourist.
This week's prompts are:
SINGLE LIFE by Granny Annie
Frances did not have a green thumb and it was not a secret. If you took a walk by her home you would see her long abandoned garden.
She moaned at the poem "Spring has sprung, the grass has riz, wonder where the flowers is". Frances had no problem growing grass that had definitely riz. How in the world would she manage keeping it cut? Her job kept her away from home most of the time and when she was home, she wanted to rest inside her comfortable house.
Frances threatened her family members with pain and suffering if they dared plant anything in her vacant garden ... unless they were willing to maintain it. She rarely made it outside her home unless she was going to or coming from work. Still she was forever surprised coming home to find, like magic, high, weed-filled, green filling her yard.
How much would it cost this year to keep the yard mowed through the Summer. Every year the cost was higher. Her friends insisted that marriage for Frances would be the key to her yard maintenance. Her only response to them was "Not on your life would I ever trust another man!"