Fiction There were at least twenty of the ads, and for all it seemed they were doing their damndest to step lightly, her red and yellow tulips were completely trampled. Marie had stubbornly continued to cultivate those flowers despite the certainty that she ought to be using the gardening space, and the captured rainwater, to grow food. 24 January 201022 May 2015 joannemerriam Read “Advertising at the End of the World” by Keffy R.M. Kehrli. Read More