What Mr.McBrian Buried

He loved digging in his idyllic garden.

He only asked for silence in his sanctuary, his Eden. He hoed rows and rows of purple turnips, planted patches of spinach and Swiss chard, and tended to his tomatoes as if they were his tomorrows.

Mr McBrian was Lord of his Land, delegating zucchini plants and ordering asparagus to thrive. He welcomed the robin and the lark, but resented the neighbor’s chihuahua Fifi more each day. How could paradise be paradise with that eternal, infernal barking?

He filled in the deep hole with rich, black earth. That dog had it coming.