Feel I should be writing a poem or something.
But as I’m not I thought I might have a go at this:
A Fiction Desk comp about gardens
Exploring our theme of ‘gardens’…
Until the end of July, we’re looking for short stories on a theme of ‘gardens’:
“Private gardens, public gardens, or shared gardens. The neighbour’s garden, or gardens of the rich and famous. Secret gardens, exotic gardens, well-kept gardens, forgotten gardens, haunted gardens, dangerous gardens, gardens of the past or of the future. What do they mean to us? How do we use them – or not use them? What might happen in them – or not happen?”
Indeed – what might happen in them. It must be the weird in me but my first thought was of course burying the body under the patio, then I thought ‘perhaps I should write a really moving poem about all our old dead pets buried in the Cat Cemetery (aka the shady border)’ and then I got all teary remembering all those tails and whiskers and had to stop for a cup of coffee and some toast. You know how it is. Lockdown Lunacy.
So. Gardens it is.
https://www.thefictiondesk.com/submissions/garden-stories.php
This little fella’s up for it…
Jacci Gooding, Author 
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