Standing to one side of the door to her home, donning her blue wide brim hat against the sun, Bethany decided that this was her year! She was going to plant her first ever garden in her new house!
Okay, new as of three years ago, but still! Her first garden!
It had to be full of flowers, great showy ones, blue preferably, that danced in the winds! And the healthiest of herbs and veggies would be picked at the peak of perfection and served on fine china to her hungry husband and boys!
But first... to deal with that pesky topsoil bag sitting by her feet. The darn thing weighs a ton and refuses to open! And seriously, who sews a bag of dirt at the ends? Aren't they capable of making them with zippers or something?
Bending down to snatch at the offending bag, a sudden bang followed by her butt sinking suddenly into the dirt caused her to blink.
A wave of heat and jolts of pressure push up into her head, specifically her forehead, and nestle there like a hen over her chick. She squeezed her nose and eyes together while riding the pain, raising her hand to the offended part.
What just happened? How did Bethany get in that position? What caused it? What is Bethany's reaction from here? Does she ever plant her garden? Or has the fiendish bag of soil bested her once and for all?!
We'll only know when you write the rest of the story! Feel free to leave any of them in the comments and enjoy!
