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The piles of dirt were placed in a circular pattern in the back of ~M’s yard. I thought it strange she had not come out to investigate what all the noise was. A bulldozer isn’t exactly quiet. But there was no sign of her anywhere. Maybe she had gone to the store, or she was just out for the day. Even the girls were nowhere to be found. I made sure to keep my eyes open just in case she had something planned for us. Well, Walt. She didn’t know us. Did she?
When ~M finally arrived home, she found me sitting in her backyard, with my feet in a pile of dirt. I have to admit, it’s an interesting sensation, a rather cooling, calming effect. When I heard her on the patio I glanced up, with a smile on my face, and waved.
“I’m sorry?” ~M looked confused. “Do I know you?”
“We met a couple of weeks ago! I was walking past and you were sitting out front with your feet in the dirt. I’ve been thinking about that ever since, so I decided to stop by to ask if I could join you. No one answered your bell, and I have to admit, I was kind of bummed when there was no dirt in the front yard, but on my way back to the car, I spotted all this dirt back here. I hope you don’t mind. This is wonderful!”
Still looking confused, ~M put her packages down and slowly walked over to where I was sitting. Truth be told, I was in a rather precarious predicament. If she decided to pull one of her tricks, I was a goner. I couldn’t move, unless I kicked the dirt. I’d have to remember that, and be sure to have good aim, too.
“I’m N” I said. “And you are?”
“I’m ~M” she replied.
“Great, we’re a couple of letters!” and we both laughed. That eased the tension a bit and ~M decided to join me in the dirt. Looking around, she asked, “Was all this dirt here when you got here?” I nodded yes and swept my hand across the yard, indicating the mounds were all here when I got here.
“Hmmmm” she said aloud. Then “HA! I know the answer!”
“Okay” I said. “Um, what was the question?”
“The answer IS the question.”
“Swell. So what’s the answer?” It seems ~M had a fondness for riddles. She refused to say anything further and just continued to play in the dirt. I’ll figure it out eventually….I think.
Stay tuned for more from this crime solving wordsmith…
July Writing Prompt – The answer is the question – Day 21/31
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