Mulch

Martha knew she’d outdone herself. Felt it in the other women’s too wide smiles. Heard it in their insincere congratulations.

They’d be talking about this for the next few months.

“And why shouldn’t they?” she told herself. “A body works hard, and sometimes, it deserves to be recognized.”

She fingered the fabric of the blue ribbon. Martha loved the smoothness of it. She didn’t know how regal should feel, but this feeling seemed pretty close. First prize. Largest pumpkin on record.

Martha almost wished her doubting, late husband could see her now. But then again, he’d done his part already.

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