Hop on over to read the entries--they're great. And enter! I did. Here's my contribution--exactly 99 words-- taken, albeit loosely, from Secret Keepers:
Jake bragged his Blooming Idiots Landscaping was growing like a weed. But Gordon, his best employee, was eccentric. He’d refused to trim certain trees, for example. “I don’t ever lift the skirts of a magnolia,” he said.
Now, Gordon was drawing a crowd at the country club, spooning clumps of compost into fishnet pantyhose.
“What in Pete’s name are you doing?” Jake asked.
“Making tea,” Gordon said. He dunked a stuffed stocking in the watering can. “Not for you, either.”
“Well, that’s a relief. Whose legs did you peel those things off of?”
“Anybody I know?”
Gordon glanced over at the cosmos and cone flowers. “Compost tea. They’re gonna soak it right up.”