Prompts: pea soup, love affair, toolshed
As love affairs go, it was a torrid one. Months had passed since she first gave in to her desires, and while Jennifer couldn't quite pinpoint whether it had brought her the fulfillment she hoped for, it had certainly filled a hole in one sense or another.
Now, here she was, nestled in the shadowy crevices of the toolshed, with her skirt hitched up and the grain of the workbench leaving visible and no doubt questionable marks on her fingernails that would seem suspicious later. Jennifer felt dirty. She was dirty. She was also panting and out of breath, as she gave one last heave and finally lifted the sturdy, torn bag of compost from beneath the other junk that had buried it.
Perhaps Jennifer had been too hasty to indulge her newfound passion for homegrown vegetables. The whole thing had been a disaster so far, hence her secrecy in doing everything. All of this for some misshapen carrots and the promise of delicious, homegrown pea soup, Jennifer thought in dismay. Ridiculous.
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Pea Soup
Short Story3-Word Story Challenge #1 For this challenge, I generate or am given 3 random words/short phrases. I then write a piece of micro-fiction that incorporates them.
