Nana had a cure for everything. Arnica for bruises, yarrow for bleeding, comfrey for sprains and broken bones. And she taught me about poisonous plants, what to avoid.
I remember her words as I select fresh leaves and flowers for a salad, broken arm healed but stiff, new bruises aching.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
Sometimes the old remedies are the best.
Nana knows best. That’ll fix him!
Great story with a punch-in-the-gut ending!
Nana’s best medicine was her just being here.
The subtlety.
I meant the story
I love this one! Darkly suggestive. Well done!
I’m not sure my take on this story is correct, but it’s a great provocative story either way!
Such a great use of 50 words! The pictures it paints!
From my perspective, I hope the salad works!
That went dark fast. So good and just desserts!