Spring Fling Writing Contest
Thank you Kaitlyn Sanchez and Ciara O’Neal for the opportunity!
In Like a Lion, Out Like a Lamb
This wind! Constance hated it. Spring only meant wind and reminded Constance of what she didn’t have - Grandma.
One blustery day, a blast of wind and words burst Constance’s melancholy.
“My petunias!”
Constance peeked over the fence, “Mrs. Ransdall, are you okay?”
“This wind! Constance, can you help me, please? I’ll hold the pot while you fill soil around the petunias. Use your hands. It’s good to get some dirt under your nails.”
Constance wiped tears from her face leaving a streak of dirt.
“Allergies, dear?”
“It's my grandma. We planted flowers every spring, but not anymore. She got sick and now…”
Mrs. Ransdall pulled Constance to her as she sobbed.
“Tell me about her. Each Saturday. We'll plant and swap stories. Promise?”
“I promise.”
Next spring, the wind whipped Constance’s hair. It made her smile with memories of Grandma and the smell of petunias.
