The first snowdrop
a one-sentence story
Planting fall bulbs is always an act of faith, and I planted so many this year, thousands of hidden jewels waiting to shrivel or rot or feed the squirrels or meet some other untimely demise in the wet winter soil, but I walked outside today and there it was, peeking out from a carpet of moss and dead leaves, scarcely a month after I planted it, and maybe it doesn’t mean everything is suddenly okay, but maybe it doesn’t have to, and maybe the world is still sad and broken but at least there will be snowdrops.
What’s a One Sentence Story?
My friend Robin Taylor (he/him) has been writing One Sentence Stories every day in December, and he’s inspired me to join him. These stories are all true, and yes, they’re probably full of run-on sentences. But hey, as long as it’s just one sentence, it counts! Want to join the fun? Tag us both so we can read along and share!
I love snowdrops.