The Competition“Do it now,” Preant commanded softly, firmly.More Like This
“Do it if you want to win de Competition.”
“I…” She hesitated. Her hands were sticky with sweat, and she wrung them nervously.
“Trust me. I’ve done it before. Done it and win it.” She detected the slightest hint of pride in his voice. “Sometimes you just gotta get rid of de…not so good, eh, to make space for the better. Just pull them all up now, by the roots.”
He sighed, and looked away. “I’ll just go over there and look at them blueberries for a bit. You’ll be done thinking when I come back, eh, lurve?”
“Yeah.” She heard herself say.
Preant turned and strode over to her neighbour’s flourishing blueberry patch. She watched him for a minute, her eyes tracing the curve of his back as he bent forward to scrutinize a tiny, whitish blueberry.
But she had to come back to the dilemm