…for The Unicorn Challenge which is hosted by Jenne Gray and C.E.Ayr.
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Let me read it to you!
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He was renowned for his potted plants. Potty Pete the locals called him. He had dozens of them all over his garden. His wife Flora didn’t share his passion for terra cotta. ‘More interested in them than me’ she used to say.
It was no secret that Flighty Flora had several flings with local men, but when she became involved with a young priest, Kev the Rev, Pete decided enough was enough.
‘Pack your bags and go’ he shouted.
‘I’m going nowhere’ she yelled.
That afternoon while he was at the garden centre looking at plants she went berserk, smashing every one of his precious pots, trampling on his flowers, smashing the greenhouse glass and she even destroyed his favourite seat.
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A couple of days later, after Pete had disposed of the debris, a truck arrived with a consignment of new pots, sacks of compost and masses of new plants. A few days more and his displays were back to their former glory. He sat in his new chair and admired his handiwork. For the first time in years he could enjoy spending time with Flora in his beloved garden without her constant moaning.
He tapped his foot in the grass.
‘Are you alright down there my love?’
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© Nancy Richy
Good one Keith. 😅😂
Thanks, Sadje!
You’re welcome
I always knew all of my potted plants would come in handy one day Keith! Brilliant!🪴🏺🪴
They certainly do! Thanks for dropping by,
You are most welcome. I always enjoy your creative insight and talent! 💜
Potty Pete needs a more sophisticated name. Something like Persistent Peter maybe?
I tend to agree with you!
Comfy?
You bet!
Now we’ll see whether or not the grass does grow greener above a… A Flora!
Good story, Keith.
I’d not be surprised if the odd flower or two popped up!
A fitting end for Flora, I’d say! And I saw it all from my bedroom window!
I’m going for a lie down now!
Please don’t tell anyone, Nancy!
Your secret’s safe with me!
Oh, my😺
Indeed!
I like that Flora finally became useful.
Although it seems she had other uses with local men and got Kevin a-revvin’!
Too right! She’s going to be sorely missed by the menfolk.
Something tells me that the truth will blossom someday putting Pete in heaps of trouble with the authorities. Great story Keith, I’m rooting for Flora!
Too right, Suzette! Flora’s probably taken root by now!
Indeed!
Oh, Keith. You and your potty mouth. She’ll come back to haunt him you know, that Flora Bunda. 😉
Of that, I have no doubt! Bloomin’ Flora!
It’s one way to get peace and quiet. A drastic one.
Flora by name, Flora by nature – he’s not seen the last of her yet even if her future home is just a vase!
Reminds me of that movie, The Secret Window. Now Flora is just where she belongs
Rule number one: Never mess with a man’s pot plants. I think Pete might even have forgiven Flora’s indiscretion with the Rev in time if she hadn’t gone berserk in his collection. I’m having a strange feeling reading this, however, as I’m married to a pot plant man myself – cacti and succulents are on every available surface. I feel for Flora.