Photo prompt © Roger Bultot
“I never meant to hurt you.”
Samuel’s words were sincere and still she found herself looking away as to not see his eyes, where a lie was sure to peek.
“The gardener should’ve never let this grow so,” she responded.
Samuel stilled, confused.
She did not explain, for perhaps it was not only the leafy fingers arching over the path and latching onto her living quarters that had been given leave to cross beyond what was sensible.
“Some bridges need be cut,” she added cryptically. “Good-bye, Samuel. Will you send the gardener to my drawing room on your way out?”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Na'ama Yehuda 
Na’ama Y’karah,
Sounds like Samuel needed to be weeded out of her life. Good for her for taking action before he took permanent root. Well done as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes, I think that vine had a little fairy in it drawing her eye there to let her know there was a lesson worth teaching and a boundary worth marking. 🙂
Thank you for reading and commenting!
XOXO
Na’ama
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Don’t mess with her…
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Yep. I think that’s good advice … 😉
Thanks Tannille! 🙂
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A shame the poor gardener has to take some of the blame! Samuel will have to look for another bedroom to climb into!
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Yeah, projection onto those one sees as ‘lesser than’ is a common way (pun and all?) to deflect blame or some of the blame …
As for Samuel, I don’t know what exactly he did but it seems he tried to get too close — metaphorically or literally or both … — to the wrong woman … 😉
Na’ama
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Cleverly done, as always.
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Thank you! I’m humbled! 🙂
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It’s a wise woman who can see the deceit in someone else’s eyes. Now, to clean up that garden!
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Indeed! Thank you for reading and for this lovely and insightful comment, Linda!
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I love the gardening metaphor for what he did. Beautiful writing.
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Thank you! What a lovely comment! Thank you for reading and commenting! 🙂
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Funny how nature shows us the way at times…. Good story.
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Thank you! More a snippet of a scene than a story, but then again …. sometimes a small bit can try to tell a bigger story …
And, yes, nature can be a great teacher!
🙂
Na’ama
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aha! You are welcome 🙂
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Good story.
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Thank you, Jelli! My sister said it left her “annoyed” … which perhaps is sort of a compliment, too … 😉
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Great complex sentence in your longest paragraph. Great depiction of a woman who has made up her mind.
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Thank you! Gotta love complex sentences when they manage to work! 🙂
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She just cut her bridge with Samuel.
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Totally! Or so it seems at least…. 😉
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Sometimes, the weeds have to be cleared out.
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Indeed they do need to… 😉
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Samuel’s gone. Now the gardener.
A taste of DH Lawrence?
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Not quite but then again, who knows… 😉
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Goodbye Sam. So clear.
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Yep, t’was a goodbye ….
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Very succinct response to the old ‘I never meant to hurt you’ whinge.
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Sometimes a gal’s gotta to do what a gal’s gotta do … 😉
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Very true.
Good for the gal’! 👏
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Some bridges need to be burned and good riddance to Samuel. The gardener has a bit of work to do. A very clever take on the prompt!
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It’s easy to imagine that the gardner may be dabbling in the dark arts. 😉
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Or … well … never mind … 😉
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I like the way she spoke indirectly around the issue and yet communicated clearly with Samuel at the same time. And she is the gardener of her own life!
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Amen to that and beautiful metaphor by you! 🙂 Thanks, Fatima!
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One final rendezvous with the gardener? or am I reading in something that is not here….
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Who knows, eh? 😉 …
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