After the funeral, walking around Granny’s farm was the perfect way to recall memories of her.
She started gardening vegetables during the war. Laughingly, she said it was her ‘Victory Garden.’
Her first crop was enormous. There was much more than they could eat. Later, she grew flowers. ‘Adding color could cheer up any dull kitchen, Granny would say.’
“What about this truck? Charley asked.”
Pop-Pop bought it for her to take the vegetables and flowers to the farmers market. She said Daisy, named for herself, was a keeper, always reliable.
It’s turned out to be the perfect ossuary.
2023©Isadora DeLaVega
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
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