Laura awoke with a sneeze. Three more followed. Her windowsill was thick with pollen. “Must be show time.”

Forsythia chanted “yellow” at the pink cherry blossoms and white tulip trees.

Meanwhile, the fat blue spruce hummed in quiet harmony, growing green with envy. Just wait for those petals to drop…

Marian Brooks has recently retired and has begun to write some short fiction. She lives in Valley Forge, Pa. Her work has appeared in The Linnet’s Wings, Word Riot, The Story Shack and others.