Another short piece of horror flash fiction…
The circle of life
For two years, dad toiled to have the garden perfect for Daisy’s wedding. He spared no expense, no effort for her big day. She knew what it meant; she couldn’t disappoint him, even after each revelation: Craig’s cheating, the two exes and four children. It was inexorable. She’d go through with it.
Daisy held the knife against the cake and waited for Craig’s hand to relax. Her first blow severed an artery but she didn’t stop.
As she waited to be led away Daisy noted her father collecting Craig’s gore. ‘What’s that for, dad?’
‘Shame to waste it, don’t you think? All those nutriments.’