By Bobby Warner
Each time, after he finished and while the intense feeling still coursed through his being, he went to the old hothouse for another plant. Just so it was that night.
He returned to the field, knelt, and put the new addition in the freshly spaded earth.
“A pretty flower for my pretty girl,” he said, softly.
He stood, brushed his hands on his trousers, and looked about the deserted field where no one ventured. There were dozens of flowers growing all around where, over the years, he had planted them, afterwards, with loving care. Pretty flowers for all his precious girls.
Oh creepy! 🙂 Yes, I agree – good flow and imagery. I didn’t know serial killers had a soft side. Good story.
Beautiful with the flow of your writing and superb imagery, Bobby.
Great story. i guess the dozens of flowers are all still healthy because they’re well fertilized.
Wow beautiful language for a dark story. Nice to read you again Bobby.
Yayyyy. Excellent. Couldn’t be more precise how determined he is, how observant he is for the many loves of his life…. A bullet in the Bulls eye. (Get it? Wink)
Nicely done! Wonderfully dark!
I thought the only real motives for murder were ( money–sex—revenge.) but now I’ve got add—Good fertilizer..–Great twist–Jim
Yikes. You did a disturbingly good job in 101 words. Very potent!
Yikes!!!! To convey so much in so few words!! Well done!
Great use of the 101 words. He seemed like a caring individual and in the end we find out about his sinister side. Very well done.
Sweet and evil at the same time – really nice.
Another really good one. Your writing is like a “teacher” on how to do this micro-fiction well. I look forward to the next.
Jennifer