Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Eighty-Six

It was getting towards spring and the gnomes watched with mild interest as the biggers came out of the brick place and started their annual frantic scrabble in the soil.

“Why’d they do that stuff?” Camille was watching a female bigger on her hands and knees in a puddle poking what looked like flower bulbs into holes is the cold sodden earth.

“Do what?”

“Kill flowers. I mean, surely they know Mother is still cold and dormant. And that female is planting them bulbs downside up.”

Bertha looked over her spectacles. “It’s a bigger Camille, they truly don’t know nothing.”

©️jj 2021

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