Gemotions

It was that busybody, Helen. Helen, who always commented on the 'untidiness' of my yard. Now, she wanted to plant vegetables. My hand tightened on the doorknob.

"Yes, Helen, you certainly may," I responded, my voice flat. "The area near the compost heap. It gets the perfect amount of afternoon sun.”

The compost heap, of course, was brimming with decaying, toxic materials. She'd be lucky if anything grew, and I couldn't help but smile, thinking of the disappointment that was in store for her.