A New Patio
It’s Friday Fictioneers time, hosted as always by the lovely Rochelle. A hundred plus eager writers get together to offer their own interpretation on a photo in around 100 words, and this week the photo has been supplied by fellow Friday Fictioneererererer Björn Rudberg!
Other entries can be found by clicking here.
So, without further ado, here is my contribution to this week’s fun.
Copyright Björn Rudberg
Zeke’s sigh was lost in the rumble of the cement mixer. What a waste of time this was! They were out in the middle of nowhere. Anywhere would do, but his wife was a traditionalist. It has to be done the right way, she insisted. You always hide them under the patio, she argued.
He threw another dismembered corpse into the concrete and sighed again. They were perfectly alright where they were before, feeding the grape vines.
A flash of light caught his eye – sunlight glinting off binoculars far below in the valley.
Ah, lunch!
He reached for his hunting rifle.
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I wonder if the bodies made the wine a little fruitier, lol 🙂
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“A cheeky little wine, full bodied 🙂 with a hint of… decomposition?”
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Ha.. yes one has to have a patio… After a while the patio was way bigger than the house.
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People will start to wonder why he has patios everywhere 🙂
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Patio-Paolo
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A bit chain saw massacre. Good story.
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I thought it was time to dip my toes in the dark again.
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Love the idea of a henpecked serial killer moaning about the chores
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A little touch of normalcy in the life of a psychopath.
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A hen pecked serial killer moaning about the chores. Fascinating!
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It’s always the cleaning up afterwards that we men don’t enjoy!
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Full bodied wine indeed. Sharp plot!
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He’ll need to find a new fertiliser now. I hope it doesn’t spoil his wine too much.
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Puh – really dark Draliman – I enjoyed your story very much! And I learned a new word: henpecked! I wonder if I can use this once, lol.
Liebe Grüße
Carmen
PS: in German henpecked is “unter dem Pantoffel sein”
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I’m glad you enjoyed it! Do try to use “henpecked” 🙂
We have another saying in English which is similar, and is closer to the German – “under the thumb”, meaning under someone else’s control (usually used to refer to relationships where the woman has the upper hand).
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Loved this! It’s always the chores after the fun that put a damper on the whole thing.
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It’s all fun and games until you have to clear up your mess 🙂
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I love how matter-of-fact the killer sounds while grumbling about his wife’s “traditional” views! Just another day of killin’ and buryin’ em eh? 😀
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And this week on “A Day in the Life”… Psycho Zeke, the man with no conscience!
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the hills do have eyes. sick and wonderful. 🙂
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As soon as I spotted what appeared to be a cement mixed obviously my brain said “Hmm, concrete, great for disposing of bodies, is that” 🙂
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I guess under the patio is a much better hiding spot than using the crawlspace. I must remember to move those….. um…. er…. nevermind! 🙂
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Crawlspaces don’t work, they’re not sealed enough and the smell and whatnot leaks out… um, or so I’ve heard 🙂
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Love it! Very dark and funny!
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After last week’s rather deep (for me) offering I thought it was time for my “usual” writing style to make a comeback 🙂
Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Either under the grapes or under the patio, you’re still recycling! Great story!
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Just because he’s a psychopath doesn’t mean he can’t do his bit for the environment 🙂
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Ah, a gruesomely delicious read!
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Thanks, I like to do a bit of “dark” know and then.
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Real, real creepy! But, the kids must do their chores, and looks like another one is soon to be relocated here too. Very GOOD! Thanks, Nan
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Life isn’t all fun, the chores must be done! I hope his patio is going to be big enough.
Thanks!
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Good Almighty Grief, you went there yet kept it so light. Love it when you do that.
You are aware they have radar that can read or see through concrete.
Thinking his free days could be numbered.
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Maybe he’s hoping they won’t want to lug a ground-penetrating radar all the way up there! Maybe as you say that will prove to be his undoing.
I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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It’ll be a huge patio by the time they’re finished. Dark tale.
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So big they’ll have to pretend it’s a basketball court if the authorities come a knocking.
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Oh, dear! My protagonist buried someone under a patio this week, too. Not quite as gruesome, though 🙂
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At least yours had a reason of sorts. Mine’s just a psycho 🙂
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Dear Ali,
Sick and twisted. Put me in mind of both Fargo and Fried Green Tomatoes. “The secret’s in the sauce.” Bon apetit and well done. (or perhaps medium rare)
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Sometimes I wonder why this type of story is often my first thought 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed it, though!
Ali
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Creepy story, Draliman. I wonder what he’ll have for dinner 😉 Pawkiss 🙂
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I wonder… 😉
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When I was little, I used to bury the goldfish that died in the garden. I had a great tomatoes. I guess this is just the grown-up, psycho version, right? 🙂 I really liked the matter-of-fact tone of this. Just another day in the life of someone on the dark side.
janet
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Someone on the dark side who doesn’t like to have to clean up after himself!
I hope his grapes continue to flourish after the loss of their fertiliser 🙂
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I hate mixing concrete. I’m with Zeke, just plant something on top of them.
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Indeed – why bother with all that messy concrete when there’s all that space to bury stuff in?
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Interesting. Very macabre, with just the hint of comedy. Love it!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it! I like doing macabre, dark and whatnot 🙂
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🙂 It’s sort of fun, isn’t it?
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Yup 🙂
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Wickedly twisted. So of course, I love it 🙂
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Our tastes run in the same direction!
Thanks for reading 🙂
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Of course!
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All the concrete might start to look suspicious! Ooh, this one is wicked. Good one!
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Yes, he’s going to need a pretty extensive patio I think!
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Nothing like being a traditionalish serial killer. 🙂
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The old ways are best – his wife understands that. I mean, you can’t just go dumping bodies hither and thither 🙂
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What happens in the country stays in the country
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Zeke had better hope so! Otherwise he has a lot of explaining to do.
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Killer story!
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Ha ha thanks 🙂
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Oh, I was just feeling sorry for Zeke… hen pecked, and then… wicked creepy!
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Underneath the surface the family life of a serial killer is similar to ours! The issues are a bit different, though. Less arguing about the washing up and more about body disposal.
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Gah! 🙂
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Lunch? Oh my…
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Tastes like chicken (apparently) 😉
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Ugh. 😉
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Ha!ha!DR!This is wicked cool-a great couple for sure! 😉
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It’s nice when husband and wife have a shared interest 🙂
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