The Gardens of Digby Green: Drone Crouching beside the body, Digby stripped it of jewelry and watch. He tucked the items inside the shoe and set that beside the corpse. A quick scan of the space showed him an abundance of sand burr plants. If he positioned Rosalie beneath one of the arms of
The Gardens of Digby Green: Fill Dirt Digby turned the truck and drove along the fence line until he reached piles of fill dirt that concealed his truck and actions. He’d enlarge this garden, a thing he’d never done before. “Dear Rosalie, we’re here.” Rosalie screamed. He swung the trowel, with its sharpened edge,
The Gardens of Digby Green: Trowel Handle “Hey, weren’t you listening to me? I told you to turn right.” “Yeah, lady, I heard you. Do you want me to run out of gas before you get there?” Rosalie glanced over. The gauge showed slightly less than a quarter tank. Maybe the truck didn’t get
The Gardens of Digby Green: Gas Gauge At an intersection between the mechanic’s shop and the Strip Shoppe, a traffic signal turned red. Digby’s anticipation climbed. He’d never before made two gardens while in the same city. But roses do better in the company of other roses… and who’d know? The light went green.
The Gardens of Digby Green: Begonia Plug She’d turned the key. Digby shook the dirt from his hands and wiped soil from his sharpened trowel. There was no real hurry, but he rounded the corner of the building as the laboring engine choked, and quit. He walked behind his truck to his driver’s door,
The Gardens of Digby Green: Better Together He carried half the bags of soil behind the building and stacked them against the wall. Hefting two planters, Digby brought them around the back. A few stabs with his pocket knife split the first bag of soil. Two cars pulled into the lot as he filled
The Gardens of Digby Green: The Strip Shoppe On Tuesday morning, Digby pulled into the Roseland Garden Supply lot and got out of his pickup as his boss sent Tim off with the largest delivery truck. His boss walked over with a clipboard, took off a yellow order sheet, and said, “I see you
The Gardens of Digby Green: Red-Covered Calendar Ray sagged on the rolling stool in Rose’s office. Out in the store, the policemen made small talk as they packed up their equipment. Detective Marquez stood, stepped around the desk, patted him on the shoulder, and left. The bell at the front door jingled one last
The Gardens of Digby Green: Three Smooth Moves If that didn’t knock the bung right out of the barrel, as his uncle used to say. Digby pulled out and sped two blocks, where he turned left into an aging residential area. He parked the truck in the abandoned driveway on a vacant lot, tore
The Gardens of Digby Green: Bubba’s Fish Fry Digby ripped the duct tape off the funnel, crumpled the length into a wad, and stuffed it into his jeans pocket. The hose and funnel, he carried several yards away and concealed in separate places. There wasn’t more than an inch of chemical in the jug,