Potted Plants

PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz

The first time he got her flowers, it was an assortment of pink, orange and yellow roses with exotic Peruvian lilies.  She was young then and overwhelmed by the gesture of romance. 

Only much later when she stripped back the fragments of their lives that all the pieces of the puzzle fell in to reveal the truth about the bouquets. 

Vibrant Gerberas to replace the colour missing her life, the roses in shades of pink, orange and lavender, flowers for each act of betrayal. 

She would have flushed his ashes but Blood & Bone Mix is an excellent plant starter.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

On Friday we had little detour of 250 kms after we missed a turn driving from Brisbane to Sydney.  First miss on a route we've been driving for 16 years but then it's holiday time with family after being the weekend visitor for the past few months.  

To read more about potted plants from this week click here.

The Writer

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

“And then I drowned him in the river”

We all looked at him horrified, our glasses poised in mid-air, struck by what he had just said. Then the Pretty Little Thing piped up, “How could you?”

He shrugged.

“It was a simple decision.  Picture a small group on a boat on a river, initially enjoying the tranquility and living in harmony with each other.  And then things start changing.  People start to grate on your nerves; rivalries form, lust and jealousy appear. “

“But how could you kill him” said the PYT.

“It’s easy my dear, I wrote the story”.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

To read the stories from this week's cruise click here.

In My Life

PHOTO PROMPT – © Emmy L Gant

There are places I remember

All my life, though some have changed

Sometimes nature reflects your mood.  The brooding clouds come rolling in, bringing with them a sense of gloom.  A malevolent presence entices you to the dark side.

All these places had their moments

Yet in the midst of this oppressive time, there is a light, a flame that flickers in the dark.

There is no one compares with you

It gives you courage and the strength to find a way out of the gloom.  All the light we cannot see.

In my life I love you more

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 99

It didn't feel right to have a Beatles song and a dark story.  So here is a second one for the week, referencing another song and a hidden reference to one of the best books I read in this past year.

http://www.billboard.com/articles/news/6957260/10-beatles-songs-george-martin

To read the stories from this week's cloud click here.

Yesterday

PHOTO PROMPT – © Emmy L Gant

Yesterday all my troubles seem so far away

I sense his malignant presence as my parlous mission brings me to his door. 

My feelings remain as dark as the clouds huddled in the sky.  My stomach churning at the sight of the plastic bag and its contents

“Turn on the video feed,” the command crackles in my headphone.

I signal my partner to remain in the shadows as we edge towards the door.

Yesterday love was such an easy game to play.

We kick the door down and there he is, in our gun-sight, still carving his latest victim.

Endgame.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

In with a dark tale for this week's episode. Who knows there might be another one later as I am in early this time.  And you can read it here

To read the stories from this week's cloud click here.

And in memory of George Martin 
http://www.paulmccartney.com/news-blogs/news/paul-mccartney-on-george-martin

Charged With Love

PHOTO PROMPT © Sean Fallon

“Les yeux sont le miroir de l’ame” 

As he gazed into her eyes, Desmond was overwhelmed with love for Molly.  

It seemed only yesterday that he had read her profile on the website and tentatively initiated contact.  

Now a year had gone by since she had come into his life.  There were sceptics along the way; the doubters whose dark murmurings reached him but were ignored.

She smiled at him “And how was your day, day, day...” the staccato burst interrupting the moment.

He sighed reaching for the jar of batteries.

“I should have chosen the self charging option instead”.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

Travelling teaches you better time management skills (or so we think).  So I will be attempting to post before the weekend commute home.  The other advantage of not being the last to post is that sometimes people even read your submission.

To read the other turbo charged stories from the story jar click here.

Desmond and Molly do have their own song ;-)