Instant Water - short story: The sun shone upon a small patch of tilled earth, baking it to a crisp.
Marigolds blossoming around the edges wilted and drooped. An old woman stood
with her left hand on her hip and squinted at the garden through one eye.
"That garden ain't gonna grow."
She turned a two-inch square, cardboard box around and peered at the label on
"Instant water..." She tossed a dirty look over her shoulder at a bungalow and
wrinkled her nose. "Stupid late night T.V. shows...sellin' mah husband all
sorts 'a rubbish!"
She gave her attention back to the box and trie...