“What a dump.” Larry kicked at a holey plastic disk on the dusty ground.
“Perhaps,” Bill acquiesced. “But it is my dump.”
“Fit for a match,” Larry snickered. The place stunk.
Bill regarded his cousin. He recognized the green-eyed monster behind the hooded eyes. “Perhaps,” he replied finally, “but I foresee another kind of match.”
“Like what?” Bill had the Midas Touch. It drove Larry nuts, but maybe this time he’d get some of it to rub off on him. Could use some green.
“Plastic sheeting, sprinklers, plants.”
“Bullshit.”
“Already got plenty here!” Bill laughed. “Used to hold animals, that.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Bill Reynolds
Na'ama Yehuda 
A chance for regrowth, I like Bill’s optimism. 🙂
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Yep, I think so, too! And … optimism is a good thing. 🙂
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If they go into business together, things may settle down between them
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I think so, too, Neil.
Also, it seems that Bill brought Larry over to show this to him for a reason …
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I like to think Larry will learn a thing or two if he sticks around and does his share…
Good one, my friend.
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I think he will, too! Also, all that manure in the ground may well bear … um … fruit … for whatever … um … plants … they’ll grow … 😉
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Hahaha! Exactly! Waste not, want not and all that.
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Exponentially so … 🙂
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Uh huh 🙂
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Na’ama Y’karah,
As the saying goes, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” 😉 Fun stuff.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle! 🙂 Who knows, he may make it into green gold. 😉
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Larry’s probably thing ‘Billshit’! I hope he comes round though, it’s certainly a fertile plot.
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Ha, Keith, yep! Fertile it seems and Bill apparently is a dude who knows how to make stuff work so … 🙂
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Ah, he dreams of wonderfulness in the wilds. Next time I am there, I will ask about rehab plans, but I suspect that scene may be sadly permanent.
I much prefer Bill’s outlook. And you’re correct about the bullshit (horseshit, too). It’s everywhere, mostly dried cow patties. 🙂
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Indeed! The world therefore is full of …. um … manure … but also full of fertile possibilities … 😉
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After the cow patties dry they have contests to see how far they can be thrown, like fat Frisbees or discus.
And now the Jim Stafford song “Cow Patti” is in my head:
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
She rode into town
To find the man that killed her daddy
Yippee aye ay, Cow Patti
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LOL. Oh no!
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🙂
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I like the way Bill thinks.
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I think he has some interesting ideas, yes … 😉
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Got a laugh out of me on that one! Made me think of my mom’s garden when I was in high school. We’d moved to southern Minnesota, and the yard was plenty big enough for her large garden. It flourished like magic. Then one of the members of the church commented that Mom’s garden spot was right where the farmer who lived there before had kept his hogs penned. 🙂
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SEE? It is EMPIRICALLY based! 😀
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Sure is! Best asparagus, corn, and tomatoes we ever enjoyed 🙂
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🙂 What you feed’em is what grows’em. 🙂
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That sounds like a good kind of recycling. I hope Larry gets rid of the monster and joins the smelly endeavour.
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Amen to that! 🙂
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