Day 132: 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: gardening

Here's my Day 132: 5 Minute Freewrite: Wednesday - Prompt: gardening

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Her eyes smile at her, the love unmistakable, “Run down and grab some ice cream out of the freezer, we’ll have it after dinner.” Her great grandmother taps her butt guiding her to the steps.

“Watch out for Tony Macaroni!” Her great grandpa hollers from his chair in the living room, a giant grin on his face.

Her great grandmother scowls at him, “Stop it Vernon!” She scolds turning back to her granddaughter, “There is no such thing as Tony Macaroni little one.” She says pushing her granddaughter’s blonde hair away from her eyes. The little girl knew there was no such thing but loved the game her grandpa played with her.

Her eyes widen with wonder imagining the “guy” that lived in the basement. He would feast on the nuts that were stored down there and take care of the plants grandpa grew that he had yet to transfer to his beautiful garden out back . Grandpa thumped on the ground with his cane as she descended the steps to the depths of the basement, her imagination running wild transforming the damp basement to a cave filled with plant life where Tony Macaroni lived deep within. He would scuffle around the corner as she came down, out of sight at the fear of being seen, only showing himself to his master, the man in the chair that beckoned him.

She grabbed the tub of ice cream, grandpa’s favorite and whispered in her little voice, “I’m taking this for grandpa Tony. Have a good day.” And up the stairs she went into her grandma’s waiting arms. “Can I go play in the garden?” She asked her grandma not wanting to stop her imagination.

Her grandmother laughed, “Of course, go with Grandpa, you can help him feed his creations.” She said and away the little girl went, her tiny hand wrapped around her grandpa’s worn calloused hand she found so much comfort in.

“Hope Tony didn’t get you.” He said bopping her on her nose.

She giggled, “Not this time Grandpa.” She grinned running into the garden that transformed into the jungle around her where her grandpa became her jungle guide. These would become times she never forgot, long after her great grandparents were gone.

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