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It was in the days of cedars when Cedric the seeder spread his precious gift as if in a daze.
Winter hadn’t been kind to his lawn, and Bill was using a hand seeder to spread some “love” on some of the barer patches. He didn’t want to get it too close to the cedar in the northwest corner though, because pulling weeds as well as unwanted grasses was such a boring chore.
His wife had been visiting her mother for the past five days, which suited him just fine, since he preferred working by his own schedule than hers.
It was monotonous labor, and he found himself pacing the yard in something of a daze before realizing he was out of seed.
“Guess I’ll just call it good, then.” He walked around the side of the house and then back into the garage. Putting the hand implement back on its appointed shelf, he manually turned on the sprinkler system to soak the grass seed in.
He left his work shoes by the door, washed his hands in the kitchen sink, poured another cup of hot, black coffee, and returned to the computer in his study. This was the other reason he was glad his wife was gone. This latest cold case had been kicking his ass, but the retired FBI special agent still felt like he was getting close to discovering the identity of the Zodiac killer.
I wrote this for Saturday Mix – Double Take challenge for 12 May 2018. The idea today is to use two pairs of homophones in a poem, short story, or other creative work. They are:
- cedar – an evergreen tree
- seeder – one who broadcasts seeds
- days – more than one day
- daze – to bewilder
As usual, I bolded the words in the body of my story so they’d be easy to find.
Yes, I started out with a little joke, and then got slightly more serious. The words, for me at least, didn’t evoke any drama, so I made something up.