By Malte Springer
The nightshades had seen everything.
From their raised bed, the eggplants—hopeless romantics—first noticed the two stargazing humans.
True to their name, the bird’s eye chilis updated the others on the couple’s cautious flirtations.
The wind carried over his aggression and unwanted advances, rattling the tomatillos’ delicate stems.
A sudden bang left the peppers unfazed. They’d seen some shit.
When she buried his body in their soil, the potatoes confirmed that her rage was righteous.
Working together, the vegetables released extra enzymes to quicken decomposition.
Police arrived at sunup, but the deed was done.
The nightshades had kept her secret.
Excellent 101 words. Well done!
Oh this was fun!
Great use of an unusual point of view & I really enjoyed the plants being in on the action!
Dark humor with plants! Nicely done. Especially loved the peppers line.
Chilling tale, I particularly liked the personification of the garden vegetables, each with their own personality.