A Short Story written for Writer’s Weekly and their Spring 24 Hr Short Story Contest in 2026. An 840-word story written on the following subject.
There wouldn’t be a garden this year. There was no longer any water, and the only source of light now was from candles. The animals had all been set free to fend for themselves. She was sitting on the bench
with her forehead on the rickety table when she
heard footsteps on the porch…