Torsade Literary Space 
Story: Fellyans (part six)
Fellyans (part six) Things, however, were not well. Prints from a pair of clogs crossed and trampled his mints, and the frame sheltering his tiny starts of fennel, chervil, and borage, lay kicked askew. “Don’t help, Gert,” he said to the kitchen dog. “I’m sorry. I’m not hopeless at gardens. […]