three hundred and thirty one days
Bunnings Lismore, out the back in the garden section. I’m wandering the rows of tomato seedlings looking for the same sweet little babies I bought last year. When I turned around to go back here’s this big fellow a yard away, he’s holding two tomato seedlings, one in each hand.
‘G’day,’ he says.
Unshaven, six foot three, one hundred kg’s. Clear eyes.
‘How you going?’ I say.
‘Pretty good, last year the doctor said I only had three months to live.’
He held up one of the tomato seedlings.
‘So I bought a couple of these and planted them.’
The big man smiled. ‘I had one a day for three hundred and thirty one days, now I’m back for more.’
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Can’t beat those anti carcogens, vitamin C and Hope vitamins. Nice one to round up the year. Happy New Year.
Back at you Shank.