Tuesday, September 12, 2017

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Post 1600. Tuesday September 12

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers



He was renowned for his potted plants. Potty Pete the locals called him. He had hundreds of them all over his patio, in the garden and indoors.

His wife Flora didn’t share his passion for terra cotta. ‘More interested in them than me’ she used to say.

It was no secret that Flighty Flora had several flings with local men, but when she became pregnant by the Catholic priest Pete decided enough was enough. 'Pack your bags and go' he shouted. 'I'm going nowhere' she yelled.

That afternoon while he was at the garden centre looking at plants she went berserk, smashing every one of his precious pots and trampling on his beloved flowers. Then she suddenly disappeared.

A couple of days later, after Pete had disposed of the debris, a truck arrived with a consignment of new pots, sacks of compost and masses of new plants. A couple days more and his displays were back to their former glory. He sat and admired his handiwork. Just one job remained – to clean the blood from his chainsaw.


Word count 174


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30 comments:

  1. Well, she had that coming destroying his plants. This had the feel of a dark trip to Amble Bay!

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    1. I did consider locating there, but I didn't like the idea of turning Amble Bay into Midsomer! Cheers Iain.

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  2. Some things are just fated to end badly.

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  3. Love the names of your characters.

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  4. I fear that Flora is part of the compost! Great story Keith!

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  5. Since she was pregnant, it's kind of extra creepy that he killed her and her unborn child, then carved them up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

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  6. A couple with anger management issues???

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    1. I think that's putting it mildly! Cheers Denise

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  7. Lol...I thouhgt the blood cleaning might have been more of a priority....great take Keith...

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  8. Nice story, Keith.
    Congrats on your 1600 th post .
    Best wishes..
    Moon

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    1. Tanks so much moon - it's been quite a journey.

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  9. Hi Keith - that puts it into perspective .. it needed a chain saw - yugh ... I wonder how long before people realised she wasn't around any more ...

    Congratulations on 1600 posts ... lotttttts ... cheers Hilary

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  10. I am sure that the priest misses her.

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  11. Revenge holds an unexplained charm - like a vicarious pleasure of killing your enemies.

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  12. The Chad Writes13 Sept 2017, 17:20:00

    Hahaholy hell. That's great Keith. And congrats on the 1600th post

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  13. Love how it ends. Congratulations on the 1600th post. Great job!

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  14. Can hands that nourish the flowers be the hands stained by blood of the better half... Keith that was a "thorny" twist!
    -Anagha from Team MocktailMommies
    http://mocktailmommies.blogspot.in/2017/09/after-relocating-to-country-sideour.html?m=1

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    1. Your beautiful comment puts my writing to shame! Thanks so much Anagha

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