Fiction - The Rosebushes
Kyle threw his basketball in the air; on its way down it killed Mrs. Bryant stone dead. It was a clean wholesome April day, and she’d been watering her rosebushes, until the ball descended like the hand of God and slapped her straight into the hereafter.
Harrison, the woman’s neighbor, was first on the scene. Every Saturday he walked his standard poodle to the dog park at the end of Preston Drive. This Saturday, he and Monica the dog walked only as far as 202 Belden, where they found Mrs. Bryant lying facedown in her Lady Banks rosebushes. The hose in her hand was still...
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