Arthur transitioned seamlessly from the dull and dusty world of accounts to the quiet of home retirement. Prudence the cat purred her approval, but Maggie was determined to fill his time with trivial domestic tasks that had until then remained happily undone.
“Enter a competition,” she had suggested, and so he did.
That was weeks ago, and now he marched steadily behind his Jaguar XV-5 mower. His inch-perfect lines and symmetrical shading would surely deliver the winning points.
Mopping his brow at the finish, Arthur glanced back; then froze at the sight of a solitary blade, waving his defeat.