Making Things Right
Bev Vines-Haines


  Harper Wilcox believed in justice, believed every wrong was eventually made right.  She prayed to the gods of karma and kept detailed lists of the mistakes, slights, broken promises and wrongs committed by family and friends.  When she was young she’d kept a journal of these affronts, carefully memorialized in precise detail.  Until that summer day when her sister found the little notebooks and told everyone what she’d written.

She still wrote everything down.  At night she would caress her little slips of paper and imagine that day when all wrongs were made right and justice would at last prevail.  It was wrong to snoop in people’s journals and even more wrong to tattle their contents to others.

She was smarter now.  She hid her secret thoughts in clay pots.  She penned her lists of complaints and revelations, enclosing the accusations in sandwich bags and placing them under the dirt in brightly colored pots. Then she planted daisies, petunias, pansies and dahlias to stand guard over her judgment.

She had a second garden, a garden of ‘just rewards.’  Like Solomon, she judged people’s actions and carefully planned out their punishments.  Like she’d done with her sister back in the day.  Every night she had visualized Suzanna falling, slipping, crashing down the family’s front staircase. Until it actually happened.

Her third garden she created right in her mind, imagining seeds of disaster and trouble for everyone who had ever done her wrong.  Her harvests were magnificent.


First published: November 2018
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