The Children’s Garden

A 100 word micro fiction

Photo by Terrye Turpin

“Go ahead. I’ll rest.” Rose Watson’s grandmother sank onto the park bench. “They’ll keep me company.” The grandmother waved at a circle of sculptures — children, bronze figures cavorting in the grass.

“Okay. You sure you don’t need…”

“I’m old, not incontinent.” The grandmother laughed. “Better scoot, the garden’s closing.”