The sweet reek of decay mingled with a muted scent of honeysuckle. In the unmoving summer afternoon a cloud of blowflies descended on the wet soil.
Russell sighed in frustration.
“Another body; is there anywhere in this bloody garden where to plant an apple tree?”
He glanced skyward and sun had passed its zenith, no need to look at the watch; it was time for afternoon coffee.
The patio looked like it had been abused by humongous armadillos. White bones extended from many of the holes.
Russell had learned his lesson:
Never buy a neglected orchard from a savage Scotsman.
© Connie Gayer
A picture of one my favorite fictioneers digging in the garden is a clear invitation to include other fictioneers.
Friday fictioners is a group of bloggers trying their best to write good stories to the same image. Rochelle sets the example and select the image. Join if you like.
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May 30, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Dear Björn,
OMG!!!! Two for the price of one. You’ve won my heart with this one. Laughing out loud. 😀 😀 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
I better brace myself for someone to take the bait
Yikes!!
Ha… orchards can be spooky
😀😀
BOOM! That was fabulous! Love it, Björn… so very good…
Ha… it was funny to include the fictioneers.
It was indeed. I definitely enjoyed it.
Very naughty. You deserve to be sent to your bed with no supper!
I think it’s the Scotsman who was naughty this time
And they’ll all be womens’ bones, I’d stake my life on it. (Only not when he’s around.)
Never never stake your life on anything when a murderer is involved.
…Should’ve paid for the full survey!
Well the Scotsman never paid for anything
Ha! As Rochelle says, two for one here – a cracking story. Love your descriptions too – that opening is so vivid.
I just imagined how it would feel digging through a body farm…
Just the term gives me chills!
I agree with everything everyone else said. I tried hard to pull in other FF writers but deleted the two I wrote. I’m glad. You did an excellent job!
Ha… I couldn’t avoid it… with all the things we’ve seen about body counts before
Russell must not have been doing enough reading – that Scotsman seems to bury at least one new body a week… Good one.
Indeed… and I wonder how it would feel trying to sift the bones from the soil
Haha! That made me chortle! I loved the reference to the savage Scotsman!
I had to get into the game in this case….
You kill me, Bjorn. I confess to laughing out loud.
The story has a great moral too–NEVER buy a field from a savage Scotsman.
Indeed…. much worse than agressive armadillos
Wow! Great story, Bjorn!
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Thank you… I had fun writing it
Orchard? I thought it was a cemetery.
Very well fertilized orchard.
Haha! I think Russel is taking this way too lightly😅 nicely done.
Not lightly at all. Digging is hard work.
it was a twist i didn’t expect. well done.
Happy to surprise you
That was hilarious. Never underestimate the wrath of a homicidal Scotsman.
True..
Sorry about my ignorance but who is the savage Scotsman?
A fellow writer who has buried a lot of bodies in his stories…
Oh I got it! I just read his story about a body 🙂
Grin, grin, grin!
Guess you are getting back at him!
I attack first… wonder what will happen in the future.
I enjoyed the whole story, but that first paragraphs was awesome!
I wonder too what it would smell like …
That’ll teach him to purchase anything from fellow Fictioneers, especially the aforementioned Scotsman 🙂
Absolutely brilliant!
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Ha! Ha! The Scotsman does leave a big trail of bodies behind 🙂
And yet he keeps digging – no police, no Crime Scene tape?
Great story. Loads of fun to include some Fictioneers! You do have to be careful of those Scotsmen, ha.
LOL 🙂
Good story – funny / creepy all at once. WHOSE bodies ?? Dogs, cats, people ? Like the images you create.
So good. Enjoyed the lightness of touch, even if we are left wondering about a savage Scotsman and what he’s been up to.
HAHAHAAA! I had no idea where this was going (and I’m not exactly sure where we ended up) but I sure enjoyed the imagery and the ride. Wonderful!
Har! Har! The savage Scotsman indeed! This was fun.
LOL … This has been a rogue week for FF. As with others I’ve read, there seems to be a hysterical tone to many this week. It must be Summer taping into our playfulness. Good one, Bjorn.
Have a wonderful weekend …
Isadora 😎
‘The sweet reek of decay mingled with a muted scent of honeysuckle.’ A powerful opening line… But then as I got to the problem of having to dig so many holes…. my stomach churned. Well done!
I loved your descriptions, they really brought the story to life, and I found the last line hilarious! Great work.
Ew creepy. Getting a weird zombie vibe lol. And he just wants to plant the darned tree! A good laugh too