Inktober 18: #Saddle
In which Ms Wilma avoids the paparazzi
One Sunday afternoon we took the whole family to see our old neighbor Ms Wilma. (This was long after we had left to #saddle down in another neighborhood.) She sang us a song and showed us around her garden—most of her garden, anyway. She didn't let us go near her sweet potato hills. "I grew the biggest sweet potato you've ever seen," she said. "But I can't show you where it is; I'm afraid the media would find out. I don't need that kind of publicity."
*Sorry...it was hard to work today's prompt into the story.