Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: "There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood." You turn ...

"There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood."

You turn off the home improvement show. Even the hosts seemed to think it was a lame episode. There wasn't a single sledgehammer, just disturbingly anatomical flower art.

You'd planned on spending a long, hot summer night rotting on the sofa, dreaming of renovating properties you'll never own. You even made popcorn. Now you have to find a new way to entertain yourself.

You consider which uses the fewest brain cells.