Fern contemplated the weeds’ eradication with an irritated frown, as she felt the wet grass soak her knees. “Gotta pull them from the roots,” she muttered. “Gotta rip them out completely.”
“Goodness, Fern,” Kimber said behind her. “They’re just innocent little flowers.”
Fern looked back at her friend perched atop an old stone lantern, covered in moss, that’d fallen over ages ago. “Weeds,” Fern corrected.
Despite towing Kimber out into the rain-soaked backyard as soon as she’d arrived, her friend was still in her usual good mood.
“I think they’re pretty,” Kimber said.
“That’s because they haven’t bitten you yet.”
AUDIO OF ‘WEEDS’, NARRATED BY HOLLY KARLSSON: