Gnomes Waiting On The Porch

 I barely noticed the gnomes. Half hidden from the street, their slightly faded outfits seemed in keeping with the not-bright-enough look of the house and its porch railing. Although each gnome wore a permanent grin, there was an air of longing about them. They looked out into the side yard, waiting for the day when they could be out in the sunshine enjoying bright green grass and colorful flowers, a plastic gnome’s natural habitat.