by Deanna Morris
watering his lawn. The yard was a deep green,
no weeds. The water fell from the hose in bulbous
drops, then a fine spray as George adjusted the
nozzle. He patiently walked the yard with the
hose, preferring this method to a sprinkler. He
was quite particular.
Sam walked up to say hello. Yard looks
great, George. Is that sod or grass? he
grass, the real thing, George answered.
know. It looks like sod to me. You can tell me.
nothing to tell. This is grass, George
sure? It looks so perfect, Sam said.
is real. It is grass. Grass, I tell you. Grass.
your lawn looks better than anyones around
here. Whats your secret?
no secret, Sam. Look, it is grass. Now drop
you dont have to get so upset, Sam
the real thing, I tell you, George said.
George. Sorry. See you tonight at poker.
Sam walk down the street and out of sight. George
bent over to roll up the hose and Georges
toupee fell onto the dark, wet sod.