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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ReplyDelete*cackles evilly*
DeleteOoh - grisly! Great take on the photo prompt, Liz. :)
ReplyDeleteSusan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thanks Susan x
DeleteSinister stuff, Lizy
ReplyDeleteI am in a murderous mood!
DeleteLove it! Teehee!
ReplyDeleteLet's hope she's not caught.
DeleteMmm, but what did she do with the meat off the bones?
ReplyDeleteOh dear...!
A girl has to eat!
DeleteSadly I don't think Barry is ever going to see the benefit derived from his bones. Jilly, Sugar on the Bee.
DeleteDoesn't seem likely, does it!
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteHeehee! I won't ask who you have in mind!
DeleteScary. He ended up right in his garden and she told everyone that he will be back!!! Imagine what if he really comes back! :)
ReplyDeleteHere's my story- The Garden View - Anita
Perhaps the end all good gardeners wish for?
DeleteAt least Barry got to be with his beloved garden...
ReplyDeleteExactly. Thanks for commenting.
DeleteMore like powdered skleton - will anyone ever suspect?
ReplyDeleteOh my... Barry is now one with his beloved earth...
ReplyDeleteWhere he deserved to be if he was keeping a flozzy!
DeleteFloozy!
DeleteHa ha!!
DeleteOh, gracious. You'd have to be pretty cold to grind up your guy and spread him over the lawn. Gruesome, and very well told :)
ReplyDeleteGruesome is how I feel after waking early every day, my mind full of things to do!
DeleteBack where he belongs! Excellent.
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Dear Liz,
ReplyDeleteI can't help but think of Fargo where the victim was ground in a wood chipper. Eeeew. But you wrote it well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Is that the one where blood, flesh and bone sprayed everywhere? Eeew indeed !
DeleteAs soon as I "saw" that meat bone grinder, I began to get worried. Nice foreshadowing.
ReplyDeleteThanks Andrea
DeleteVery 'Tales of the Unexpected', if you were a fan of those, Lizy! :)
ReplyDeletemarion
Yeah God's, that's going back a decade or three!
ReplyDeleteI don't think he's coming back! (lol)
ReplyDeleteGood one, Liz.
Not in human form anyway! Thanks for reading, Dawn.
DeleteWe 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.
ReplyDeleteThanks Susan. Similar stories have been around since Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber, and maybe earlier!
DeleteYikes! But on the up-side: he'll be forever in his garden.
ReplyDeleteHarrowing!
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