One Year in a Pot
Luisa carefully carried the tall clay pot across the front yard to the open trunk of her car. After lowering it inside, she secured it with some grocery bags, slammed the lid closed, and went back to lock the door.
A sudden gust of wind made her shudder and zip up her warm jacket. Before she drove away though, she took a last look over her shoulder. The glaring pink ‘For Sale’ sign stood out against the black and brown harvested ground, fruit bushes, and bare trees. For