“Betty,” the man said. “The soil in this garden is as dry as dust.” Betty replied, “Our vegetables are still growing pretty well, Curtis.” “They won’t keep growing like this unless we get some rain or we start irrigating. Irrigating this garden would be so expensive,” Curtis replied. Betty said, “We’ll just have to think about it for awhile.”
A man was walking along the street and heard Curtis talking but no one was in the garden with him. He stepped over to Curtis and said, “Sir, I heard you talking but your companion must have left.” “Oh yes, she left two years ago,” Curtis replied. “Betty passed away. She still lives in my head and we talk all the time. You see, she’s all I have.”
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The Write Scribe 
Beautiful and moving. ❤
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Such a sweet, touching story, Rosemary! I feel sad for him because he has no one but the Betty in his head. Lovely story!
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Well, I wasn’t expecting that. What a sad, slightly eerie twist. I hope he’ll find a friend in that man who stopped by. Good job with this prompt!
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This was very touching and moving, and for some reason it wasn’t eerie to me, but comforting.
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May I reblog? This is so poignant!
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Yes, of course. Thanks!
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Reblogged this on myowncalcuttablog.com and commented:
Short, sweet and poignant- check out a friend’s blog post!
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