Marge loved her garden on the balcony of her new condominium. Her son had insisted Marge move; he thought her house and garden were too much for her. The first she knew of this was when the ‘For Sale’ sign appeared.
Marge confronted her son about it: she would never leave her garden. Her son swore that Marge would stay over his dead body. Marge replied that her garden was where she kept the dead bodies.
In the end Marge changed her mind. She loved her balcony garden, confident that it would flourish. Decaying flesh was a wonderful fertilizer after all.
Yes! Great tiny tale of horror.
Loved that. Short but succinct.
I love this micro fiction piece. I was pleasantly surprised about the ending.
Classic Marge. Love it.