Annalee Cummings
Stories (1/0)
The Argonaut Society
Amelia Stodge cursed under her breath and set to untangling the keys and fixing the ribbon on her typewriter, trying desperately to hold onto the genius sentence in her head. It took a certain amount of talent to bring sparkle and flash to something as tiresome as the Periwinkle Society’s annual Spring Rooftop Garden Exposition. But Amelia had endeavored to inject some of her youthful enthusiasm into, essentially, a gathering of old women showing off their prized petunias and grandchildren while collecting dusty bits of gossip over weak tea. Some of the flowers had been truly extraordinary, especially Mrs. Honeyweather’s exotic orchids. Amelia wished she had talent for horticulture, but that particular trait seemed to leapfrog generations in her family. Her mother had had a plant lover’s soul that delighted in all things green. Her little window planter always overflowed with blooms and leaves and shoots, her pots of herbs always thrived.
By Annalee Cummings5 years ago in Geeks