Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

by the clean, empty space of the garden shelves.

Raymond stood up slowly, pressing his hands against his lower back with a small grunt. He wiped his trowel on a piece of burlap and placed it back in the canvas basket.

“We should have yellow tulips by the first week of May,” he said, looking down at the neat rows of turned earth.

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