All the nails Harry drove into the post were bent. As Rose stood above him watching, he bashed another one in, crooked again. His head pounded so much when she was near you’d think he was a nail and she the hammer.
“How many times this month have you fixed this section of fence, Harry?”
“Three, I believe. Yes, three. That’s all. I’m improving, eh Rose?” His smile matched the nail.
“Wouldn’t you rather be planting herbs or tending the lily beds?” she asked.
Rose proposed a solution. Hire her boyfriend Derrick who had many talents -including pounding nails.
A boyfriend? Harry pulled at his bumptious eyebrow hairs, hating the boy instantly. Harry’s imagination bent and followed the curves of the twisted nails thinking about Rose and her lover. Continue reading