It was the antithesis of his back-breaking days and skin-cracked nights.
After a workday of job-site floors and walls, back-splashes and hearths – unique patterns, lovingly placed, grouted, washed and polished; he’d grab a beer and head out back.
Raising a plucked “Better Boy” to his face, he inhaled its promise of lusciousness, while gently rubbing the shiny, smooth skin against his face; a sharp contrast to the dry, cracked joints of his epoxy-eaten fingers.
His garden is now and will forever remain symbolic of his legacy; a legacy of passion, family, love and joy in simple pleasures.
This was ‘prompted’ by Velvet Verbosity 100 word challenge: Heiress.
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