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Down In The Dust – #FridayFictioneers

‘There’s never much green out here is there?’ said Bobby, reaching out to pinch the thorn end of a twig. The bush had rooted into one of the fissures running along the face of the valley and Bobby could see its thin, grey roots spidering outwards in tendrils.  

He twisted his hand and the twig crumbled.

‘Sorry,’ he muttered and dusted the debris away.  

He turned and walked the fifty yards back to his car.

The boot was still open, the spade inside.

‘I should have found somewhere nicer,’ he muttered, gripping the handle. ‘You would have preferred somewhere green.’


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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

29 Comments

    • Thank you Iain. I do worry sometimes with the number of stories I write that end or start with graves… perhaps it’s a sign I should be trying to write a longer one.

      • I’m guilty of this too, as are a lot of Friday Fictioneers – I think you’re right, in such a short number of words, it’s a quick way to make an impact.

        • That and I think my brain has a switch that says ‘Nope, too bland, too happy, let’s chuck some death and possible murder in there before people think you’ve turned soft.’
          However, I do have the seeds of a short story about a leprechaun who can turn any liquid to whiskey that I’m think of writing next and that involves no graves. (So far as I can tell). It does involve a lot of bad whiskey though.

  1. That he killed her but cared enough to think that he should have dug her grave elsewhere… hmmm… a killer with a heart?

  2. Abhijit Ray says

    It would probably not matter anymore. Green or no green, the person is gone.

  3. I think the killer is a psycho…he killed her in cold blood and now thinks of burying her in a place of her liking.

  4. I’m picturing an accidental killing of Bobby’s dog, maybe he went shopping and left the window closed and the dog suffocated. Bobby feels awful and to appease his conscience rushes to bury the dog.
    Its a very evocative piece and I like it!

    • Good point, and digging a grave takes quite a bit of effort. I mean if you think about how much effort goes into digging potatoes into the ground compared with the depth you’d need for a body.

  5. A good place to hide a body. I laughed about your comments of not wanting to write too happy. I always have to force myself to write something darkish. 😀

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