"Place sure looks deserted to me," said Floyd. "Why's Old Man Gardner paying us to check it out?"
"He wants to see if anyone's still living there," answered Calvin, "so let's get going."
Swatting at flies and mosquitoes, Calvin and Floyd trudged through the high grass and overgrown weeds up to the broken down porch of the 100 year old faded Southern Belle of a home.
"Anybody in there?" shouted Calvin. "Anyone at all?"
The pair heard a rustling noise from within the house that grew louder until the door cracked open and a pair of eyes peeked out.
"Yes?" said the eyes.
"You livin' here?" said Calvin.
"Yes," said the eyes once more.
"Well, Old Man Gardner's got a message for ya. Says he ain't mowing the lawn again until somebody pays up what's owed!"
With the picture prompt above and my story based upon it below, Old Man Gardner's got a message for me too, which is:
"Perry, you came in at 137 words this week in your Friday Fictioneers entry. Don't look at me to mow it down to a proper 100!"
A lush garden of other Fictioneer entries based on the prompt above blooms by clicking this link.
Happy Spring, Y'all!