“HOW DO WE know they’ll come up?” Agatha’s daughter looked up at her, her eyes full of disbelief. “How do we know that they’re not dead?”
She looks like her father. Agatha smiled and pushed her daughter’s hair off her face. “You need a haircut.”
“Mommy!” Her daughter frowned. “How do we know?”
Six years old, and already worrying. Agatha dug another hole. “We have to have faith. We’re planting them at the right time. We’re planting them in the right way. There’s no reason to believe that they won’t come up.”
“But we have to wait,” her daughter grumbled as she climbed to her feet. “It’ll take forever.”
“It’ll take until spring.” Agatha held out her hand. “Hand me another one.”
“Which one?” Her daughter tugged at her hat. Boredom was starting to set in.
“The jonquils. Let’s finish planting these, then we can go have a snack.”
“Can we go for a walk after?” Her daughter’s face brightened. “I want to walk in the woods.”
Agatha nodded. There was always time to walk in the woods. “First, the jonquils.”
Her daughter handed her the bag of bulbs. “I wanna plant one.”
Daily Prompts - Invisible
Liz Charnes 