This is another response to the Carrot Ranch Literary Community April 22, 2021, prompt to write about “earthing”. I had posted what I thought of as two separate flashes in response to the prompt, but some readers saw them as being related and the same character. So here is a third (actually fourth) take on the prompt. This one combines the two ideas into one story and is less violent. I think this is more of what I had wanted to write in the first place. So thank you Chel Owens, for once again sending me back to the drawing board.
In the moonlight she knelt and breathed deeply of the sweet loamy air. The rich earth never failed to soothe her. Her garden was her oasis.
She straightened the ceramic sign, ‘Bloom where you’re planted’.
“Have to grow to bloom,” she thought. “Takes the right soil and light.”
Her garden was her oasis and her marriage a desert, with extremes of heat and cold, and violent unpredictable storms.
She squeezed a handful of soil. For him, a note on the counter. For her garden, a whispered goodbye in the moonlight.
She rose up, brushed herself off, and moved on.
The Carrot Ranch Literary Community April 22, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about earthing. Put a character’s hands, feet or body and soul into the earth. Who needs recharging? What happens between the interaction? Go where the prompt leads!