The Eyes of Flowers

Posted: August 2, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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They kept sending her flowers. She couldn’t bring herself to throw them away, these symbols of kindness, so they coated every surface, turning her house into a jungle, a rising and falling mass of green and white and pink.

Each morning, she walked amongst them, the slowly dying flowers looking at her like eyes, staring, staring, staring. Their crisp leaves fell to the floor, littering the tile like a fresh snowfall.

She collapsed, surrounded by a sea of petals.

“I did it,” she whispered. “I killed him.”

When the police arrived hours later, she lay there still.


Word Count: 97

This is for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for running the challenge and Dale Rogerson for providing the prompt photo!

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Comments
  1. Dale says:

    Ugh… I would loathe to have a houseful of flowers… they end up smelling like a funeral home!
    Wonder if he deserved to be killed…

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  2. Mel A ROWE says:

    Nice ‘drop-the-mic’ ending.

    Like

  3. Iain Kelly says:

    The flowers pressured her into admitting her guilt. Nice take.

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  4. wmqcolby says:

    That’ll teach anyone not to mess with flowers all over the place. They will have their way with them. Good job!

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  5. granonine says:

    Grieving among the dying flowers. This one is vivid.

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  6. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover says:

    Ha interrogation by flowers. I love the idea.

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  7. Wonder what drove her to do it in the first place! Guess her guilt projected itself to the flowers!

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  8. Jelli says:

    Convicted by the flowers alone. Love it!

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  9. must have been some black-eyed susans in that bunch. Good story!

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  10. Death by perfume, by sneezing, I guess. Interesting take on the prompt.

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  11. gahlearner says:

    I guess her conscience couldn’t deal with her deed any longer. I wonder who he was.

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