Chaman’s Garden by Raymond Roy #FFFAW

As Chaman sat on the patio, I would hear him talking to his petalled friends, encouraging them to grow, thanking them for their beauty. As a new tenant, with the patio immediately outside my front door, it was hard not to hear Chaman my landlord’s peculiar activity through my single paned sliding window. 

Leaving for work the next morning, the proprietor was already at his “post”. Awkwardly, I blurted out “Good morning Chaman, what is your secret to such a beautiful floral display”? “Oh how very kind of you, but I cannot take all the credit, the other tenants contribute as well”. “You might contribute as well if you are ever late on rent.” Stunned I headed out. 
That evening in the laundry room, I met one of my neighbors. “Pleased to meet you” she said. Shaking hands, I noticed she was missing two fingers. I jerked back. “I am sorry, that was rude of me”. Dear girl, what….” before I could complete my question, tearfully she cried, “Two months late”. 

Wordcount: 171

Note: Chaman (means flowering garden in Bengali (East Indian))

Deep somewhere in my grey matter, a Bing Crosby movie  Dr. Cook’s Garden deserves credit for a similar gardening tip. 

Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. #FFFAW 


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