The Gnomes

The Gnomes Gladys dragged the shopping trolley behind her. The street had a slight incline and she felt it deep in her hips. Passing Ethel’s front garden a flash of vibrant red caught her eye. She paused, looked over the low hedge and grimaced. A cheery gnome was fishing happily in Ethel’s wishing well. “Plastic monstrosity” Gladys muttered, shook her head and crossed the road to her house. Weeks passed and with each came a new horror. Gnomes sprouted faster than the weeds Gladys ruthlessly pulled… More information...

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