Magical Marigolds
The Magical Marigolds
The ten-year-old girl hunkered down behind the long grass at the bottom of the garden in the backies. She felt fortunate her grandfather was wholly uninterested in any of the maintenance on the two-story detached house they lived in. It was summer and the grass was plush, knee high and surprisingly still warm at 8pm this Friday evening. She lay down, held her breath and waited for it. She didn’t have to wait long. Her slight frame immediately relaxed sinking deep into the soft cool earth. The silence settled her.