Friday Figment: Miraculous Mowing

Greg had insisted it would keep her young. So every Saturday, she would get behind their push mower, yank the power cord and roar that thing across their half acre yard.

After their first June as newlyweds, she asked him, “How do you plan to stay young?”

He grinned. “Coke keeps me young.” He raised another empty can, belched as he squeezed it. Shouted when it cut him.

The marriage ended before Thanksgiving. The only thing she wanted from it was the lawn mower.

She says it’s still the same one she pushes at 7 a.m., fifty four years later. And that it’s been a good twenty years since old Greg took up pushing nothing but daisies.

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