“What are you doing?”
Her husband, blonde ponytail knotted from an afternoon in the wind, looked up.
“What do you mean? I’m planting eggplant seeds.”
“They’ll never grow. I told you to stick with tomatoes and cucumbers.”
Tony laughed and wiped sweat off his forehead leaving a trail of moist dirt.
“Of course they will,” he said. “I need a change. We always plant tomatoes and cucumbers. I wanted to be innovative. Can’t do the same things all the time. Break out of the box. Fly the coop. Don’t be so boring.”
In the bedroom she pulled the blanket down to the foot of the bed. Then she showered and anointed herself with musk scented body oil. When Tony came up from gardening he took one look at his wife posed erotically on the bed, nothing but her pink skin as a covering.
“What’s all this?” he asked.
“I’m not being boring,”
Tony stripped, took a quick shower and joined
on the bed. They spent hours making love and sleeping, making love and sleeping, until the sun rose on a new day. Alice
In August the eggplants were thick lush plants, purple bulbs of pungent flesh hanging from thick stems. And
’s taut belly was beginning to soften. Alice
Nine months later, when
gave birth to an adorable blonde haired baby she told everyone the eggplant caused it. Alice