Next of Kin

follow site – Deirdre Moran Judith was rummaging through the seed tin. That always meant trouble. Mammy had already left.

how to clean the ass for anal sex She picked out a packet of peas and stared at the picture on the front of the packet. She flung it to one side and picked another. This was always a telling sign. If she treated the seeds gently she was more likely to treat him like that too.

source link The next one was different. It was some unusual variety of curly kale that her and Mammy had bought last Autumn. She had been waiting to sow them until the spring. It was the third  of March. Experimenting could go either way. He popped his head around the door.

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follow site It has never been the same since that day. Nothing has been the same. Daddy took the shovel.  He started plunging it into the ground and turning over the dark brown soil. It was full of worms. This made her happy and she stared at it, enraptured by its beauty. The perfect condition of the soil filled her heart to bursting and her gurgling laugh filled the air. Daddy smiled at her. He began to dig faster, building up momentum. She hunkered down and started to work too. As he turned over the soil she whipped out the weeds and tossed them into the barrow. She was precise and nothing escaped her. Once or twice she came across a stray potato or two that hadn’t been picked during the earlier harvest. These were carefully put aside to present to Mammy later and Daddy was rebuked.

source link Soon the ground was cleared and all that remained was the rich soil and her beloved worms. She was glowing. Daddy exchanged the shovel for the hoe and they were off again. He pounded the ground and the clank of metal on stone disturbed the stillness. She came after, clearing the stones and smoothing the surface with the rake. They were making good progress; so far, so good. “Daddy, do you think Mammy’ll like this stuff?” “I’m sure she’ll give it a go, love. She loves a challenge, your mother! What’s next, anyway?” With fierce concentration she called out the sowing instructions and he did what he was told. Mammy couldn’t do that. Sometimes she didn’t have enough patience, but Daddy was always well able for her.

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Deirdre Moran

Deirdre Moran lives in Kildare and spends most of her spare time writing and gardening on an allotment. She discovered flash fiction in 2013 and since then has been published in Silver Apples Magazine and has had pieces chosen for Flash Bulbs, the Dublin International Flash Fiction Day event, and read at the Big Smoke Writing Factory Winter Literary Café.