Rose was sitting on the front porch, bucket of candy next to her, waiting for people to ask for treats or offer tricks as an alternative. She always offeeats as she feared what tricks may have come.
Donna, her Julie Newmar era Catwoman costume nearly shining in the light of the moon, appeared in front of her in the time it took an average gnat to sneeze and for a friend gnat to tell him that a blessing would not be forthcoming because of his strong ties to science.
These were above average gnats, in case that confused you.
“Donna!” she said, “how long have you been standing there?”
“Not that long. I’m sure you would have noticed if your nose hadn’t been buried in that phone, excuse the mixed expression.”
“Hey!” she said. “I just didn’t see you there. Besides, this farm won’t just tend itself!”
Rose barely moved her eyes and continued playing the farming simulator on her phone. She tapped and dragged and tapped again.
“If you like farming that much, why don’t you try your hand at actual farming?”
Rose continued tapping. She loved agriculture and dreamed of being a farmer as a child. Those dreams were crushed when her father told her that she would be a mechanical engineer or be entirely disinherited.
“I just, I don’t know. Some day I will.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“There are so many things you can do! You can easily raise tomato on this porch — and your backyard could easily accommodate a goat or two. Hello, goat’s milk yoghurt?”
Rose smiled, thinking of her cousin Nadia who worked at a small creamery and helped make goat’s milk yoghurt. let her have some every week in exchange for managing their social media.
“I just don’t have the time. Some day I will.”
Years later she found the time — it had been there all along, just waiting for her to make it.
Let me tell you that few things are as delicious as goat’s milk yoghurt made from milk you have personally taken.
First she just needed to stop living so virtually and start living among people.