We’ll Make Our Garden Grow
“Marie? I thought you were dead. Is it really you?” I ask.
“It is. I was shot and left for dead. Some of the others rescued me, but I couldn’t trust anyone. I ran, changing my identity more often than my clothes.”
She glances at me. “You always did like to make an entrance,” she says, referring to my fall, “but people have noticed your questions. We’ll talk, but quickly. I’m afraid it’s not safe here now for either of us.”
The sweet scent of alyssum drifts through the open window. Marie’s vegetable garden helped all of us stay alive during the war. I remember her saying, “I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey. And peace. I’d scatter peace seeds everywhere if I could.” With her green thumb, peace would have flourished.
Her comment suddenly registers, “Wait—what people?”
This post begins with the last line of my previous prosery post. the continuation of my rambling who-knows-where-it’s-going spy series for dVerse Prosery. The prompt line was:
“I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.”
From Katherine Riegel, What I would like to Grow in My Garden
This is absolutely riveting, and yay for continuation of spy series! 😍 You really set the mood here – I can picture the post war period and how people are on the edge. Especially love; “I’d scatter peace seeds everywhere if I could.” With her green thumb, peace would have flourished.” No doubt about that! Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt ❤❤
Thank you very much for your lovely comment, Sanaa. I’m so pleased you felt all that. Thank you for hosting!
The timing and flow in this is impeccable. The sudden réalisation snapping you back from the escape you are in among the nature in the garden. I can honestly feel the tension, and relate to it.
Thank you very much for your kind words, Ain! I’m pleased you felt that.
It’s very clever, the way you keep this going with such disparate quotes. Looking forward to the next instalment!
Thank you so much, Sarah! 😊
Clever write. The final line was quite a bomb!
Thank you so much, Susan!
So much mystery and intrigue here. I can’t tell if Marie’s hallucinating or if she’s really being spied upon, thus filling the narrator with paranoia. Great write.
Thank you so much.
Yes, I suppose just reading this, it’s not clear. In the context of the series, she’s probably really being spied upon. Then again, I have no idea where this story is going, so she could be a totally unreliable character. 😏
I like your idea, putting the last line of the previous write as the first of the next. Clever, a chain of writings.
Your line, “I thought you were dead. Is it really you?” reminded me of a LARGE number high school reunion. A bunch of us were eating lunch at the Senior Center and I notice a lady who was in my class. Before either of us left, I wanted to go tell her hello.
She saw me and came right over, she said, “Jim H… , I had you on my deceased list.” Of a graduating class of 48, I have accounted for eight of us left. It figures.
Thank you very much, Jim. Yes, one of the sad parts of growing older.
As always you are a great story teller. I always want more. ( my spell checker wanted me to say story yeller which I found funny. You are so much more subtle than that. )
Thank you so much, Claudia. I’m so pleased you think so.
“Story yeller.” 🤣
So captivating, definitely not rambling! I especially love how it circles back to the “people” questioning and the brilliant way you broke up the line.
Thank you very much, Mish 😊
A great mystery with lots of twists. Well done, Merril.
Thank you so much, Dwight
You are welcome, Merril!
The dialogue sucked me right in. Past present in future in so few words. Bravo.
Oh, thank you so much. I always feel clumsy at writing dialogue, so I really appreciate your kind words! (I think past present in future is how my mind works!🤣)
It was wonderful. 👏👏😁
A stunningly enigmatic story – and I really like the painting
Thank you so much, Derrick. I see I forgot to caption the image–doing ten things at once yesterday afternoon. 🙂 It’s Matilda Brown, In the Garden” (1915). It could almost be your garden.
It was great to see a continuation of the spy saga aftermath! I liked the prompt line so much, I sought out the poem, which is wonderful.
Thank you so much, Liz. I’m glad you liked the story and also the poem.
Peace seeds…yes, we need more of those. (K)
We definitely do!
Lovely post, Merril–painting and prosery. Thanks too for introducing me to Katherine Riegel–wow!
Thank you so much, Marian. I’m so pleased you liked it.
I can’t take credit for the introduction to Katherine Riegel–that comes from Sanaa at dVerse.
Ok, got it! 😀
I am beyond pleased you keep adding to your story in such wonderful ways! This was a lovely chapter.
Love the music, too!
Thank you very much, Dale. I don’t know how, if, or when it will end, so I’m glad you’re enjoying it.
I love this song from Candide.
No need to worry about that. It will probably end organically. Eventually. In a long time 😉
It is lovely!
Installment reading is the BEST! More, please, more.
Awww–thank you, Helen! 😊
Oh I love this… with installments, you should always leave us with a cliffhanger.
Thank you, Björn. I actually re-wrote it until I did have a cliffhanger. 😊
Oh, yay! Another installment of my favorite spy series 🙂 Well done, Merril!
Thank you, Marie! I love the enthusiasm!😊
Quite a piece to ponder!!! I do love the ‘scattering of the peace seeds.”
Thank you very much, Linda. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Love it! Intrigue abounds. Have to go back to read the other installments😉
Thank you very much, Pat. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
I’m enjoying seeing your story of these characters take shape.
Thank you very much, Lisa. I’m so pleased you are!
You’re very welcome.
Brilliantly done, Merril: the story continues…
Thanks so much, Ingrid!
Ooo, love the cliff hanger ending!
With sections like this, your spy story can go anywhere… or nowhere. Just keep us hanging on!
Loved the music. Thank you, Merril!
Thank you so much, Resa.
I love Bernstein’s Candide, and especially this final song from it.
Beautiful song. I am under exposed to classic music, but I adore it!
It’s kind of an operatic musical.
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