Note: This story is the product of a challenge from a friend who wanted me to write a story using all the words in our Scrabble game.

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Finale

So, I’m cleaning the dust off the rider so I can mow the lawn one day. When I finally get it all cleaned off I try to start it to no avail. I check the voltage meter and it reads enough juice, so I check the fuel gauge. Lo and behold it’s empty. Someone has siphoned the fuel out of it since I cut the grass last. Great, now I need to go get fuel.

Rummaging around the garage pushing over piles of recycling that needs to be taken in I finally uncover the fuel can. I grab it from its resting place in an old, broken down crib that’s supposed to be at Goodwill. As I pass the front porch I see my niece playing hockey with the neighbor kid’s tonsils.

“Hey you two, no sex while I’m gone to the gas station.”
This makes them both jump and blush darkly, turning a deep shade of red. That should cool their mojo until I get back. I chuckle to myself as I head off down the sidewalk.

Passing by the Henderson’s place I see some new shrubs still potted and waiting to be put into the ground. They look to be a variety I've never seen before so I stop and take a peek.