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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.

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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.

  1. January 22, 2014 at 8:22 pm

    I wonder if the bodies made the wine a little fruitier, lol 🙂

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    • January 22, 2014 at 9:01 pm

      “A cheeky little wine, full bodied 🙂 with a hint of… decomposition?”

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  2. January 22, 2014 at 8:41 pm

    Ha.. yes one has to have a patio… After a while the patio was way bigger than the house.

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  3. January 22, 2014 at 10:34 pm

    A bit chain saw massacre. Good story.

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    • January 23, 2014 at 7:42 am

      I thought it was time to dip my toes in the dark again.

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  4. January 22, 2014 at 11:50 pm

    Love the idea of a henpecked serial killer moaning about the chores

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    • January 23, 2014 at 7:44 am

      A little touch of normalcy in the life of a psychopath.

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  5. January 23, 2014 at 3:20 am

    A hen pecked serial killer moaning about the chores. Fascinating!

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    • January 23, 2014 at 7:44 am

      It’s always the cleaning up afterwards that we men don’t enjoy!

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  6. January 23, 2014 at 7:23 am

    Full bodied wine indeed. Sharp plot!

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    • January 23, 2014 at 7:45 am

      He’ll need to find a new fertiliser now. I hope it doesn’t spoil his wine too much.

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  7. January 23, 2014 at 11:20 am

    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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    • January 23, 2014 at 12:18 pm

      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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  8. January 23, 2014 at 1:13 pm

    Loved this! It’s always the chores after the fun that put a damper on the whole thing.

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    • January 23, 2014 at 6:48 pm

      It’s all fun and games until you have to clear up your mess 🙂

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  9. January 23, 2014 at 1:41 pm

    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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    • January 23, 2014 at 6:55 pm

      And this week on “A Day in the Life”… Psycho Zeke, the man with no conscience!

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  10. kz
    January 23, 2014 at 3:26 pm

    the hills do have eyes. sick and wonderful. 🙂

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    • January 23, 2014 at 6:58 pm

      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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  11. January 23, 2014 at 8:01 pm

    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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    • January 23, 2014 at 9:05 pm

      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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  12. January 23, 2014 at 8:59 pm

    Love it! Very dark and funny!

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    • January 23, 2014 at 9:08 pm

      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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  13. Catherine
    January 24, 2014 at 1:07 am

    Either under the grapes or under the patio, you’re still recycling! Great story!

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    • January 24, 2014 at 7:34 am

      Just because he’s a psychopath doesn’t mean he can’t do his bit for the environment 🙂

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  14. January 24, 2014 at 2:55 am

    Ah, a gruesomely delicious read!

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    • January 24, 2014 at 7:34 am

      Thanks, I like to do a bit of “dark” know and then.

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  15. January 24, 2014 at 3:47 am

    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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    • January 24, 2014 at 7:35 am

      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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  16. January 24, 2014 at 5:50 am

    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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    • January 24, 2014 at 7:37 am

      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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  17. January 24, 2014 at 10:58 am

    It’ll be a huge patio by the time they’re finished. Dark tale.

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    • January 24, 2014 at 6:28 pm

      So big they’ll have to pretend it’s a basketball court if the authorities come a knocking.

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  18. January 24, 2014 at 11:09 am

    Oh, dear! My protagonist buried someone under a patio this week, too. Not quite as gruesome, though 🙂

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    • January 24, 2014 at 6:31 pm

      At least yours had a reason of sorts. Mine’s just a psycho 🙂

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  19. January 24, 2014 at 11:18 am

    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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    • January 24, 2014 at 6:32 pm

      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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  20. January 24, 2014 at 12:59 pm

    Creepy story, Draliman. I wonder what he’ll have for dinner 😉 Pawkiss 🙂

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  21. January 24, 2014 at 2:18 pm

    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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    • January 24, 2014 at 6:36 pm

      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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  22. January 24, 2014 at 2:51 pm

    I hate mixing concrete. I’m with Zeke, just plant something on top of them.

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    • January 24, 2014 at 6:37 pm

      Indeed – why bother with all that messy concrete when there’s all that space to bury stuff in?

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  23. January 24, 2014 at 3:14 pm

    Interesting. Very macabre, with just the hint of comedy. Love it!

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    • January 24, 2014 at 6:46 pm

      I’m glad you enjoyed it! I like doing macabre, dark and whatnot 🙂

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      • January 24, 2014 at 6:51 pm

        🙂 It’s sort of fun, isn’t it?

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      • January 24, 2014 at 6:55 pm

        Yup 🙂

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  24. NotAPunkRocker
    January 24, 2014 at 4:04 pm

    Wickedly twisted. So of course, I love it 🙂

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    • January 24, 2014 at 6:47 pm

      Our tastes run in the same direction!
      Thanks for reading 🙂

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      • NotAPunkRocker
        January 24, 2014 at 6:50 pm

        Of course!

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  25. January 24, 2014 at 8:36 pm

    All the concrete might start to look suspicious! Ooh, this one is wicked. Good one!

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    • January 25, 2014 at 5:41 am

      Yes, he’s going to need a pretty extensive patio I think!

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  26. January 24, 2014 at 11:33 pm

    Nothing like being a traditionalish serial killer. 🙂

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    • January 25, 2014 at 5:43 am

      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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  27. January 25, 2014 at 12:26 am

    What happens in the country stays in the country

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    • January 25, 2014 at 5:53 am

      Zeke had better hope so! Otherwise he has a lot of explaining to do.

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  28. January 25, 2014 at 3:38 am

    Killer story!

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  29. January 25, 2014 at 3:47 am

    Oh, I was just feeling sorry for Zeke… hen pecked, and then… wicked creepy!

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    • January 25, 2014 at 6:01 am

      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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  30. January 26, 2014 at 11:38 am

    Lunch? Oh my…

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  31. January 26, 2014 at 3:00 pm

    Ha!ha!DR!This is wicked cool-a great couple for sure! 😉

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    • January 26, 2014 at 4:17 pm

      It’s nice when husband and wife have a shared interest 🙂

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