Monday, December 12, 2005

v4n4: Seeds of Success

The last crimson leaf fell from the stick-of-a-plant, then Doris took the whistling pot off the stove and poured herself a cup of steaming oolong.

Life was good. The children grown, she finally had the house to herself. Who would have thought, six months ago, that a twice-widowed nudist would so completely dominate the mail-order fertilizer business?

Henry's formula had taken the industry by storm. And poor, dear Edward ... his life insurance settlement had provided the seed. Ironically, the only thing she'd ever planted successfully had been her husbands.

She tossed the dead begonia into the wastebasket and poured herself another cup of tea.

— Ender

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