Hartley and Mrs Scroop: A Marrow Made In Heaven #microcosms #shortfiction

Vicar/pastor, rural parish, crime

The Reverend Hartley Scroop bent slowly and stroked his marrow. ‘Come on beauty. Just give me a little more.’

Over the fence his neighbour listened to the blandishments with scorn. Rupert Penfold had won best marrow and supreme vegetable for the last umpteen years and he wasn’t about to lose to some Jonny-come-lately like the Vicar, especially if the best he could offer were words.

Rupert returned to his own chosen specimen, turned up the drip feeder and headed indoors.

Doris Penfold peered down the garden. ‘So, how’s he doing? You got a rival, Rup?’

‘Pa! He’ll be lucky to be an also ran.’

She put his dinner in front of him. ‘Now have some charity. That awful wife of his gave him hell for years and even though she’s left him he still talks about her. If he can gain some comfort from the simple act of growing veg, well I for one am pleased for him.’

‘I suppose, just so long as he doesn’t think he can beat me.’

‘Well, given the effort he’s put it, it’ll not be for want of trying.’

Three months later Rupert stood to one side of the stage, seething, as Hartley received the Cumbernauld Cup. He couldn’t believe that bloody man had won. ‘It’s a bloody fix, Doris. Sympathy vote for his loss. It’s a bloody crime, that’s what it is? He must have cheated. Injected with growth hormone, I’ll be bound.’

Hartley took the applause and said a few words of thanks. His audience thought him extraordinary that he thanked his wife after what she’d done. How Christian they thought. Hartley didn’t disabuse them. His wife would be feeding his vegetables for many years, her putrefying flesh a gift that just kept on giving.

This story comes from the latest Microcosms prompt here

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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20 Responses to Hartley and Mrs Scroop: A Marrow Made In Heaven #microcosms #shortfiction

  1. Uh, I should not have read this immediately following consuming my breakfast… Carry on

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  2. Nice one Geoff!! I love your twisted endings almost as much as I love your character’s names! 🙂

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  3. Oh, I think I know you too well now – I saw this coming from the moment it was mentioned she left him. Now don’t go getting predictable on me!

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  4. janmalique says:

    I can see Wallace and Gromit enact this lovely twisted tale.

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  5. Pingback: Hartley and Mrs Scroop: A Marrow Made In Heaven #microcosms #shortfiction from TanGental « strangegoingsonintheshed

  6. Great finish I didn’t see coming 🙂

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