This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with the Story Teller’s Abode. Thank you Louise!
My dad had always been very protective about his garden. So protective, in fact, that I had never once been allowed to see it. He told me that I just could not understand how to grow vegetables and so I wasn’t allowed out there.
I always assumed that it was because I was a girl, and he always wanted a son to pass this knowledge onto. Sadly, that never happened and I was an only child.
When he was dying he pressed a rusty key into my hand and winked at me. “Look after my garden for me.”
When he had gone I went outside to the garden. It felt so wrong to be excited that I was finally going to see this big secret. As the gate creaked open I looked around and burst out laughing.
His secret had been nothing to do with vegetables. Apparently, he grew cannabis.
Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers