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GRASS - a story in a hundred words


GRASS

It was strange, the way Barry disappeared.
“Buggered off with his floozy”, Pauline said, but it was the middle of summer and he was a fanatic gardener. I’d seen him out hunting slugs by torchlight, his compost heap was a fragrant delight, and he even had a machine to grind meat bones for his lawn, so him leaving just then was a mystery.
Still, Pauline did her best to keep it nice. “For when he comes back,” she said.
“That lawn is even better than he left it,” I told her, “What’s your secret?”
She smiled. “Bonemeal – lots of bonemeal.”
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This week's photo prompt is thanks to Ronda del Boccio and to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog at  https://rochellewisoff.com/
Again I have only just made it, thanks to Margaret buying me a glass of wine that relaxed me enough after a week of moving-related stress to be able to write! My sinister story-line owes just a little to my frame of mind this week. Mwah-ha-ha!
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38 comments:

  1. Ooh - grisly! Great take on the photo prompt, Liz. :)

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  2. Mmm, but what did she do with the meat off the bones?
    Oh dear...!

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    1. Sadly I don't think Barry is ever going to see the benefit derived from his bones. Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.

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    2. Doesn't seem likely, does it!

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  3. I can't pass a box of blood and bonemeal in the garden centre without going some way along this path in my head. Good one Liz.

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    1. Heehee! I won't ask who you have in mind!

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  4. Scary. He ended up right in his garden and she told everyone that he will be back!!! Imagine what if he really comes back! :)
    Here's my story- The Garden View - Anita

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    1. Perhaps the end all good gardeners wish for?

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  5. At least Barry got to be with his beloved garden...

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  6. More like powdered skleton - will anyone ever suspect?

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  7. Oh my... Barry is now one with his beloved earth...

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  8. Oh, gracious. You'd have to be pretty cold to grind up your guy and spread him over the lawn. Gruesome, and very well told :)

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    1. Gruesome is how I feel after waking early every day, my mind full of things to do!

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  9. Dear Liz,

    I can't help but think of Fargo where the victim was ground in a wood chipper. Eeeew. But you wrote it well.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Is that the one where blood, flesh and bone sprayed everywhere? Eeew indeed !

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  10. As soon as I "saw" that meat bone grinder, I began to get worried. Nice foreshadowing.

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  11. Very 'Tales of the Unexpected', if you were a fan of those, Lizy! :)


    marion

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  12. Yeah God's, that's going back a decade or three!

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  13. I don't think he's coming back! (lol)
    Good one, Liz.

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    1. Not in human form anyway! Thanks for reading, Dawn.

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  14. We saw The Kingsmen, the Golden Circle. The evil character had an immense grinder to dispose of people, and then made them into hamburger. This makes me think about that. Great take.

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    1. Thanks Susan. Similar stories have been around since Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber, and maybe earlier!

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  15. Yikes! But on the up-side: he'll be forever in his garden.

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