Muddy HandsA Story by salemkatGardening is not always funHe scrubbed his hands under
the warm flowing water using that flowery smelling liquid soap she loved to
buy. The mud formed clumps on his
fingers which under the flow of the water plopped into the sink and washed down
the plug hole. He looked at his nails
and saw a mass of dirt under each one.
Muttering under his breath he reached for the nail brush drops of dirty
brown water splashed across the sink. He
scrubbed on each nail vigorously to remove the dirt from underneath. Once he had finished his left hand he
examined each nail, they looked clean.
He started on his right hand when he was sure he heard a knock at the
door, he knew she would get it. Probably
for her anyway he thought. He turned to
reach for the hand towel and that was when he spotted the muddy footprints
leading in from the garden. A small
smile crept across his face, it did not last long, for he knew he would have to
clean it up before she came nagging. “Right,” she said suddenly appearing next to him, “Let me see how you have done,” she said
stepping around the muddy footprints and into the garden. He sighed and crossed his fingers behind his
back and said a silent pray in his head hoping he had done a good job. He watched as she strolled around the borders
of the garden checking each and every flower he had spent the last two hours
planting. She stopped next to the
pansies and turned, with just one finger she began to summon him over. He took a deep breath and walked to where she
stood now with her back to him. “These are not right,” she said pointing at the pansies. “OK,” he said. “Space the out a bit more,” she said
moving onto the next set of flowers. As
she approached the tulips he hoped he had planted them in straight enough line,
she wanted them like soldiers all in perfect rows with perfect spacing. He could not see the point of it but he dare
not ask the reasoning, he knew better than too question her. Occasionally he would say something and no
sooner had the words left his lips then he would regret opening his mouth. She had a vicious tounge and made his life a
misery. He watched as she wondered up
and down in front of them. She turned to
face him and his heart starting beating faster, his back started aching from
just the thought of having to replant them all again. She simply smiled, turned back and carried on
with the other borders. He let out a
sigh in relief when the garden inspection was done. She then turned her attention to the muddy
footprints. “Clean those up will you,” she said
stepping around them again and back indoors. “Yes boss,” he muttered under his breath and gave a quick
salute. He followed his steps back inside and opened the cupboard under the
sink, from there he took the bucket and an old cloth. He filled the bucket up half way and then
with a groan lowered himself to his knees, they immediately started hurting as
soon as they hit the hard floor, reminding him of the last two hours in the
garden. He whisked the cloth over the
footprints and removed all the traces of the mud. With a lot of effort he lifted himself off
his knees and to a standing position, he leaned on the sink for support. He tipped the water from the bucket down the
sink careful not to spill any. Then put
it and the cloth back into the cupboard. He proceeded to the kitchen with the
thought of a nice mug of tea in his mind. “Have you done the pansies?” she asked. “No I will once I have had a cuppa,” he said. “Well best hurry along, the night is drawing in,” she said “Will do,” he said filling the kettle, resisting the urge
to salute again. Once the kettle was boiled he
made himself a long awaited mug of tea just the way he liked it, two sugars and
a dash of milk. As he sat there taking small sips from his mug he could see her
chopping up some carrots for their dinner, it was roast chicken tonight. He was as she placed the saucepan onto the
hob, she then turned to him and tapped the face on her watch a couple of times,
this was her way of hurrying him up.
With a deep sigh he took his mug to the sink and with one quick flick he
emptied the remaining tea down the drain.
He quickly rinsed his mug sensing her eyes watching his every move. “Quickly then Dennis,” she said “It will be too dark for you to see otherwise” she added. “I know I am going now,” he said. “Don’t forget to feed them all too, the food is under
the sink out there in a red box,” she called after him. “I won’t," he called back.
He opened the cupboard and dug around he could not see a red box in
there. He knew he would have to look
harder, he dare not tell her could not find it.
He was just about to bite the bullet and ask for her help when he
spotted it, right at the back behind the watering can. Thank goodness for that he thought. He read the instructions on the back of the
box. Two scoops of powder to 50ml of
water, stir well and then pour onto the plants. Easy enough he thought opening
the box expecting to find the scoop inside.
Nothing. Damn he thought as he
placed the box next to the sink. “I need a scoop for the feed,” he said “Try that draw,” she said putting the potatoes in the oven He rummaged around in the
draw, no sign of a scoop he did find however a large spoon. It would do he thought. Half an hour later he had
replanted the pansies and fed all the plants.
“Mary,” he called out “I am done,” he said. She came out into the garden
and inspected the pansies once more.
This time they passed. “Excellent,” she said “Dinner is almost ready” she added
going back indoors. He once again washed his
hands, they were not so bad this time. He looked to his left expecting to see
the spoon he had used for the plant food in order to give it a wash. It was not there. “Dinner,” she called. He walked into the kitchen and
spotted the spoon, she was using it to stir the gravy. He hated gravy. “Are your hands clean?” she asked. “Yes,” he said holding them out for inspection. A thought rushed through his
head, had she cleaned or wiped that spoon?
Should I tell her I used it for the plant food? He decided no to both, there was probably
nothing on it anyway. With dinner all dished up he
watched as she poured the gravy all over her potatoes and chicken. He watched as she took a mouthful. He started to eat his own all the while
keeping an eye on her. She started
coughing, she reached for her glass and fumbled knocking it over. He kept eating and watching her, eventually
she fell off her chair, he heard a thud as she hit the floor. He took a few more mouthfuls to clear his plate and then got up
and go to where she lay. With the edge of his foot he gave her a nudge in her
back. No response. He scrubbed his hands with
that flowery smelling liquid soap she loved to buy, removing all the mud from
his fingers once again. He looked out
the door and in the moonlight he could see the tulips were gone, where they
once stood was now a mound of freshly dug ground. He had plans for there maybe a fountain, or a
bench but definitely no flowers. When he had dried his hands he picked up the
liquid soap bottle and threw it into the bin, a big smile spread across his
face. © 2012 salemkatAuthor's Note
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