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Friday Fictioneers: She Loved Lilies

March 14, 2013

Friday Fictioneers seems to be creeping up a little bit each week and not being one to pass up a chance to be creepy whenever possible, I’m creeping right along with them.

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This week’s photo prompt from Lora Mitchell


She Loved Lilies

We moved to the city after the wedding. Twenty-seventh floor overlooking downtown and the bay.

Angie loved the place; I loved Angie.

Winter nights in front of the fire we’d sit looking out the window watching snow cover the skyline.

She loved lilies; grew one in a pot on the windowsill.

We were content but in time she became familiar. Too familiar.

Familiarity breeds contempt and in time I stopped loving her.

They say killers return to the scene of the crime. With a videocam there’s no need for that. Not when I can recreate her last breath every night.


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21 Comments leave one →
  1. March 14, 2013 4:35 pm

    I enjoyed how you went from perfectly lovely to perfectly creepy and all within such a short time.



  2. March 14, 2013 4:49 pm

    Poor Angie. I enjoyed the sinister twist.


  3. March 15, 2013 2:45 am

    That was some unexpected twist – really took me by surprise. Nice scene setting.


  4. March 15, 2013 5:03 am

    from love to too familiar – good time to run before the familiar sets in
    Well crafted
    Thanks for the visit Michael


  5. March 15, 2013 5:48 am

    Such an unfortunate twist. very well told


  6. March 15, 2013 8:51 am

    i guess getting a divorce would be too much of a bother ^^ love the evil twist in this story…


  7. March 15, 2013 10:58 am

    Have to laugh when I see kz’s comment, yes,she likes a bit of evil! This one qualifies for that as well…a video…oh dear!


  8. March 15, 2013 11:22 am

    Oh that’s very creepy!


  9. March 15, 2013 12:00 pm

    Oooohhh. Snuck it in at the end. Very nice.


  10. kdillmanjones permalink
    March 15, 2013 2:22 pm

    So dark! Very engaging!


  11. March 15, 2013 4:09 pm

    Pretty vicious tale you’ve woven around those damned lilies. Perhaps Lilies breed contempt?


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  13. March 15, 2013 5:29 pm

    ooh, creepy indeed. I didn’t see that coming until the final line.


  14. March 16, 2013 3:33 am

    Dear Michael,
    He couldn’t have just left? Pretty drastic solution to his problem. Well done with sinister twist at the end.


  15. March 16, 2013 5:26 am

    This was creepy. I guess he was one of those people who really enjoy other’s pain.


  16. March 16, 2013 7:27 am

    Reason number 5,245,329,578 I will continue to stay single! Familiarize that! 😉


  17. March 16, 2013 8:46 am

    Lovely dark twist at the end. So sinister that he would rather replay her last moments than their happy times. I’m beginning to suspect familiarity was just the excuse he was waiting for. Well done.


  18. March 16, 2013 12:24 pm

    I enjoyed the way the mood went from light to dark through this piece. Good story. 🙂


  19. March 16, 2013 5:53 pm

    Well, I’ve heard it said before: “Marriage is a lottery, isn’t it?”
    I can’t say I “like” the ending, but you have certainly done a masterful job of story-telling here. You have shades of Edgar Allen Poe in the implication that he “enjoys” replaying her last breath.


  20. March 16, 2013 10:52 pm

    I really enjoyed how you presented this. What a piece of blackmail evidence that would be.


  21. Sarah Ann permalink
    March 18, 2013 8:36 am

    What an unsettling character!. Hope he keeps his videocam close by.


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