Alone — a jardiniere without its aspidistra.
Abigail sighed.
Herbert had not been the best catch in the pond, but he had left her.
She should have ended it instead.
She had brain and looks.
Great figure — Herbert had paid for the boob job though.
Wonderful hair — thank you Herbert for the hair extensions.
Shoes and dresses — on Herbert’s credit card.
No time to sulk.
She applied the makeup carefully.
Smiling she still looked like twentytwo. Genes and botox in perfect symbiosis.
Time to plant another bulb. Maybe this time she would find someone who would bloom.
Seeing the title on Sarah Ann’s picture I googled around and found that these pots are probably from Burmantofts pottery, and are pots to be used for the ever popular Apidestra of Victorian homes. A pot without its plant sounds incomplete to me….
Friday Fictioneers is led by Rochelle who give us the prompt. We write stories in 100 words and hopefully they are all very different.
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November 1, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Like a Venus Flytrap waiting for prey or a coyote looking for fresh, young meat.
Ha.. .that’s a great comparison.
Yes, double-meaning on “coyote” and “fresh, young meat.”
Love this exchange, James & Björn!
Nice analogy – well done on figuring out what these things are!
I googled saltaire and pottery, and came up with some images that are very similar.
She may be too old for a Sugar Daddy and have to try for a pool boy on this go round.
I think she can afford that now
Wickly wagged, Bjorn! Well-done.
Thank you Charley
You are welcome!
Well done. Love that you looked this up and came up with this wonderful piece!
Ha.. the clue was in the title of the photo
I hope she manages to find another rich chap – and true love would be a bonus!
I think she might go for a sugarboy if she’s harvested enough
I am glad she knows how to profit!
I think she has learned it the hard way
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You succeeded better than I did at researching these pieces. Love the story–feel kind of sorry for Herbert 🙂
I think Herbert is fine… he will find someone better to bloom with
Gosh I hope she finds someone who loves her for her
I hope she will dare to show herself
Abigail is obviously more into looks than anything else. I’m afraid she’ll never find love this way. Good job on the research.
Ha.. I think there are enough men that only fall for looks… (unfortunately)
I agree!
I enjoyed your take on the prompt. Nice job doing the research! I just looked at the picture and left the giant question mark that arose in my brain remain.
Ha.. yes it was fun finding something that looked very similar.
So that’s what they are, artificial boobs! Interesting information about the pots too!
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Never trust something that looks to good to be true.
Dear Björn
The trouble with all of that cosmetic surgery is that as the person ages, they take on a macabre look. Abigail’s beauty isn’t even skin deep, is it? No wonder Herman left. Men beware. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I think Abigail still has a few years when it can work…
Bjorn – I love the terse humour in this story. She is quite a catch, isn’t she. Catch, drop, runaway!
Catch and release is maybe what you mean?
Oh dear, Poor Abigail. Not merely has she not been loved for herself, she doesn’t even know that’s what will make her happy. She has a lot to learn.
You tell the tale well, Bjorn. What an entertaining metaphor, that the man is the aspidistra in the woman’s decorative pot! I’m not sure I’m flattered!
I think that’s the problem… she sees the men only as part of herself… and how can you then expect to be seen for yourself?
Interesting write on the prompt, Bjorn. I thought they were handmade pottery wine or decorative gobblets from an artist who had a huge imagination. Thanks for adding the meaning from your google search. A writer and researcher all in one. Nicely done …
Isadora 😎
Ha.. I have seen them in the Antiques Roadshow…. and they are quite desirable (as they say)
A favorite show of mine to watch. It makes me want to find out what valuables I might have. 😎
I love that opening line, so strong and letting us know Abigail’s situation straight off. At least she has taken all Herbert offered and used it to great effect. Hopefully the next bulb will bloom and grow strong.
I wonder if it will benefit Abigail though… maybe Herbert will bloom when he’s left her.
Let’s hope both of them bloom in future relationship and are happy 🙂
Interesting take on the photo, B. Gave new meaning to the story when I looked after reading. And, while you googled, I had to go to the dictionary to see what Apidestra meant.
Ha… I have never had an Apidestra… but apparently it was the favorite houseplant in Victorian England.
So, a cougar back on the prowl!
Yes… another one… wonder if she will catch a big cat this time
Oh, I liked that very much! And I found a story correctly identifying the objects too. 🙂
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Ha.. yes I saw that. Wonderful pieces but I’m not sure I would find a place in my house for a pot like that.
I liked how this story is going. Where do I find some Burmantofts pottery. Does she come with the the pottery, ha?
Love how you spun this prompt round so that it represents their relationship, her hopes for the future, and her feeling of emptiness now he’s gone. Bravo Bjorn
Ha.. there is something quite sad with a flowerpot without flower I think….
Very true
Nicely done, Bjorn. She seems quite fatalistic about life although there is the sense she’d rather she had left him than the other way around. I wonder how her next victim ill fare
You never know it might be a handsome young thing who picks her clean…. it’s a cruel world.
I don’t feel sorry for either of them.
Great character portrayal.
A girls gotta do, I suppose.