Friday Fictioneers: Uncle Charlie’s Planter
“I’ve seen old milk cans, toilets, antique bathtubs, but a whole truck as a planter?” Nance said.
“Sure why not?” Uncle Charlie laughed. He opened the back doors. “See mushrooms?”
The back bed was filled with dirt and the windows darkened. The truck sat in a grove of trees, which provided a cool atmosphere for mushrooms to thrive.
“In the cab we got fern.” In the place of seats were thick of clusters of Fiddleheads, eatable ferns.
With a wicked grin, he popped the hood. Inside was a large cooler filled with ice and beer. “Ssshh. Don’t tell Aunt Margaret.”
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