1-Minute Fiction: Finesse Required
Updated: Jul 11
She inserted the weeding tool into the soil. Carefully, she worked the metal prong around the roots, pushing deeper. When she thought she’d found the largest part of the root, she grasped the weed and pulled. All that was in her hand were torn bits of stem and leaves. The root taunted her from deep in the earth, working its way into every corner of her life.