Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up. The Challenge – write a one hundred word (plus or minus) story with a beginning, middle, and end inspired by the picture. The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in!
They Called Him The Florist
Officers McCann and Johns responded to the welfare check — neighbor hasn’t been seen in weeks, not a traveler.
They knocked on the door. Nothing. They rang the bell. No answer. They searched the perimeter and looked in the windows. Dead body. They called it in, then went through the steps to enter the house.
A note on the floor said another was buried under the hydrangea.
A note with that body said another was buried under the roses.
Fifteen bodies later the governor ordered state investigators, and Officer Michael Johns took the hydrangea home and planted it in his yard.
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100 words. Fiction. Feedback is always appreciated. Comments of any kind really — so long as they are related to the post.
What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in!
*Image Copyright — Janet Webb
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Wow! This is horrifying. This is the way flash fiction is meant to be done. Great one, truly.
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Thank you Amy! 🙂 I re-worked this one so many times I wasn’t sure I still had anything when I was finished.
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I would have picked the roses myself. ha! Interesting story Melanie.
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Thank you Paul!
This guy probably had the best garden in the neighborhood. *shiver*
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Reblogged this on chocville2004's Blog.
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Dear Melanie,
Creepy. I love the way the title adds to the story. Well done.
shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you Rochelle. I put a lot of thought into the title. I’m glad to hear it works.
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As a good friend of mine says, “A good title adds a hundred words.” Yours definitely did.
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Oh I would guess that it will wither without the fertilizer given by the florist.
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That’s very possible. 🙂 There are many possibles, which is why I love these stories.
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I guess the killer/ (or if the body in the house was a suicide) was, you could say, a “flowery” type.
Maybe a stalker? Ha.
Randy
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Flowery! 🙂 Nice.
Thank you Randy!
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“Officer Michael Johns took the hydrangea home and planted it in his yard”. Wow, I think he needs a transfer!
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Or at least a therapist. That’s a heck of a case to take a momento from.
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Yes..pretty creepy!
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Dear Melanie,
A riveting tale with an excellent and well readied title. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
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Thank you Doug. 🙂
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