mother's day story

This is a one draft ditty I just wrote in fifteen minutes. I don't usually have this much coffee and sugar in a day.

Shana spent an hour gathering rocks of all sizes from her large backyard. She piled them beneath the pine tree, then pulled all the weeds in front of her until she had a rectangular patch of dirt. (There was no grass in her back yard, just weeds and lots of pine needles.) She stared at the dirt, then the rocks. She had a vague notion to build something but wasn't sure what.

Then a troll came wandering up to where she was sitting beneath the tree.

"Hello Mr. Troll. What do you have in your hands?" she asked, for the troll was clearly holding something in his clenched fist. "Come on, show me."

The troll shook his head.

"Mr. Troll, we've been through this before. Do I need to say the words?"

The troll looked very scared at the thought, and quickly dropped his treasure in front of Shana. A finger that belonged to Shana's mother. Shana recognized the wedding ring.

"Mr. Troll, this won't do at all. We'll need a proper burial. Dig me a hole six feet deep."

The troll looked unhappy, but did what Shana commanded. It took him only ten minutes to do this, because trolls can dig fast. When he was done he looked up to Shana from the bottom of hole.

"Now pull the dirt back into the hole with you."

Very unhappy now, the troll did so, until the hole had filled in enough that he was stuck and could not reach out anymore. Shana got a shovel from the garage and finished filling the hole in. Once this was done she piled all of the rocks in the middle. Perhaps later she would think of a creative design to arrange them in.

She took the finger and went inside the house, where her mother was dozing in her chair. She sat in the chair across from her, waiting until her mother woke up. Then she would give her mother her Mother's Day present. It was strangely cold in her hands.