Friday Fictioneers 3rd November

This week’s PHOTO PROMPT is provided by © Sarah Ann Hall
No two were identical. Similar, but not the same.
To outsiders, they were simply decorative vases on a marble table top.
Never used for flowers, they stood to attention under his father’s portrait.
Each contained the ashes of one passed, sealed forever with a layer of wax.
The two largest housed his parents, the remainder his siblings, as one by one he’d disposed of their bodies to become sole heir.
His would always be empty as there would be no-one left to seal his ashes in the modest tubular vessel.
Smiling, he filled it with dead flowers and walked away.

Written for Rochelle’s challenge

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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9 Responses to Friday Fictioneers 3rd November

  1. Iain Kelly says:

    He outlasted them all. nicely done.

  2. Vivian Zems says:

    Sounds like that’s how my killer got started….and then got carried away. Good tale!

  3. granonine says:

    Chilling. A true psychopath who has no remorse, no concern for his victims, no conscience. Brrrrrrr.

  4. Norma says:

    Chilling! A killer and now probably a rich one. Well done.

  5. Cleverly done. I’m surprised he even bothered with the dead flowers!

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

  6. Dale says:

    I’m thinking the dead flowers were more than a sign…

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