The flowers have come up well this year. White and red, her favourite colours.

She arrives. I hope to impress. She glances at them, nods a little, makes a note on her clipboard.

It’s over in less than ten minutes and she’s gone. All that work.

A week later. The results are emailed to the members of the Horticultural Society. I’m not even in the top three.

Rage subsides to anger, turns to determination. Time to start again.

I invite her round to discuss what more I can do.

Like I did last year, with the previous head judge. Just before they mysteriously disappeared.

Copyright Na’ama Yehuda

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more detailsΒ HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

57 responses to “FERTILISATION”

  1. Mysteriously? Hmmm…. The problem is, the judges don’t think alike, so if you pick their brains literally after doing it figuratively, you may be doing it for nought since the new judge may have entirely different criteria.
    Perhaps the top three would make better fertilizer.

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  2. Mysterious disappearances, eh? Perhaps the flowers have developed an appetite for … um … unappreciative judges? πŸ˜‰
    Well done, Iain! Sorry to be late to the reading party, but am very glad I did manage to read this after all! Loved this!

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