I suppose a little puffery does no one any harm every now and again. I’ve been trying Micro-bookends for a few weeks and, this time, managed a second place (first was stormed by Deb Foy whose power of imagery in few words is unsurpassed – have a peek at her blog here, fellow flashistes and learn a thing or two). The bookends were SWEET and TOOTH, and the picture prompt this week was Anna Pavlova in a garden, dancing. We are allowed between 90 and 110 words . Do check out the site and the prompts and have a go. It is a great way to hone your art. This was my story
‘Sweet pea scent teases rather than assaults the senses.’
Is there anything grosser than your own dad coming on to your girlfriend? He thinks he’s in control, see.
I haven’t always hated him but since Mum selfishly decided to die, hate is barely an adequate word. Why do I visit? Money, doh.
Now it’s the fecundity of his dahlias.
He thinks he can cut my allowance.
‘Dad. Show her your begonias.’
One step, two steps and… The rake tips, the wire twangs across his neck. Shame Amy’s such a mess; she’ll need more than a good wash. At least the garrotting is as a clean as a hound’s tooth.