Park Life: a short story about God, grief and gardening

Not that long ago, in a land where I didn’t have a toddler strapped to my leg, I used to write fiction.  Although I’m mainly known in the writing scene for my novels I first began writing short stories and flash fiction. One story in particular sprung to mind the other day. It holds a special place in my heart as it formed part of a collection written after my grandfather’s death. Perhaps my thoughts have turned to this as we deal with another bereavement. I thought I’d share it with you today as a bit of a change from my…