The Garden – Excerpt

“Use leaves to heal wounds?” Bertha thundered, seriously irritated. “Is that what you’ve been doing instead of tending to your chores?” Cimmy looked down, trying unsuccessfully to feign contrition. “I’ve had it with you and your nonsense! You can go out into the meadow and graze for all I care. Useless cow!” “What’s with the… Continue reading

The Garden – Excerpt

“You know,” she told her new friend, “now that we have enjoyed each other’s company for a few days it would be fitting that I give you a name, how about…” Cimmy looked at the rat, who didn’t seem impressed by the solemnity of the moment, while she pondered on the name that would best… Continue reading

The Garden – Excerpt

The next morning, Cimmy woke up in a bed. It was poorly put together from scratchy branches, and, truth be told, the ground had fewer lumps, but sleeping in a bed implied injury or illness of some kind, and she couldn’t remember getting sick. She stood up, stretching her limbs to see if there was… Continue reading

The Garden – Excerpt

She woke up from her garden dream, late. There was no one around to prompt or chide her, so Cimmy assumed they have all gone out into the fields, but one quick look out the window informed her that everybody was still there. That wasn’t the only thing she saw. The world had shifted again,… Continue reading