© Bruce Goodman 7 June 2015
Gerberas were Jack’s pride and joy. He had collected colours of different hues over the years. He tended them. He weeded. He fed them. Sometimes he even talked to them!
Jack’s wife, Zelda, was all for picking them to take inside for a vase.
“Can’t you just admire them in the garden?” said Jack. “After all, my gerbera patch is right next to the front door.”
Zelda pouted. She wanted them in a vase.
“It’s typical of men,” said Zelda. “They only like picked flowers to give to a lady if they want something.”
“You get ten years in prison for murder,” said Jack, “and I’ve nearly done thirty just by getting married.”
“It’s taken me thirty years to realize that I’m married to a dud,” bemoaned Zelda.
Jack went off to the pub for a drink with his mates.
Zelda got the scissors and went out to the garden.