Jack Spanners And Fire

A West Indian short story from the podcast, Parrotbeetie.

Photo by Mohsen Bagherzadeh on Unsplash

Justin groaned as he stretched his body, raising his hands towards the scorching sun. He stood in his garden, surrounded by freshly tilled soil, the smell of which threatened to overpower him. He looked down at his patch of land, a mere square six feet across. The earth here was so rich, if a bit dry. He couldn’t imagine how the farmers of Europe and America did it…