It’s been a while since I’ve had opportunity to participate in Friday Fictioneers, but this week’s photo just pulled this little tale right out of me. If you’d like to join in the fun, visit Rochelle at the link above.
This week’s photo is courtesy of Sarah Potter. There was no link for Sarah on the host site. Sorry. But her photo is below, and my story follows that.
Photo © Sarah Potter
THE GARDENER
There it was: the jar labeled plant food. Just as I’d left it when they’d handcuffed me and carted me off. It looked innocuous amidst the heinous overgrowth of Hilda’s desk-top garden. Everyone knew plants were her life, and a jar of food drew no attention at all.
The police finally released me; no trace of evidence I had poisoned her. The doctor identified the fatal stuff with some multi-syllabled word, but nothing pointed to my having any of it.
Now … to mix a drink for these damned plants with the rest of that powder.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
Now Now!
🙂
Well now! Guess he got away with it! Good one!
Thanks, Dale.
Evil genius at work. Nice one.
Thank you.
Dear Sandra,
I’m guessing the plant will flourish. 😉 As we all know, his sins will find him out. Great to see you in our little FF corner of the woods.
Shalom,
Rochelle
She probably deserved her comeuppance but those poor plants?
You’d think a bright coroner and detective would have put two and two together. Nice twist.
That’s the problem with these stories where people get away with murder — you have to make sure you use dumb cops.
Love the twist! 🙂
Thanks. As I told one other person who commented, the real problem with these stories where the character gets away with murder is that you have to make sure you have dumb cops on the case. Smart ones would have checked that jar right away.
Love the twist!