Harry sat in his garden, admiring the view. He had worked hard to create the perfect oasis for his wife.
She had wanted a garden where she could relax and enjoy the flowers. She wanted flowers of all colours, shapes, and sizes. Harry was only too willing to oblige.
It had taken a few weeks to get everything in order. He had dug up weeds, created specific borders, and laid some luscious lawn too.
The shed had been painted green to blend into the background. Harry smiled. The garden was perfect. And his wife had loved it.
Right up until the end.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
