Friday Fictioneers continues this week under the auspices of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, and kicks off with a great photo. I hope I’ve correctly identified the flower through the window, but if not you’ll just have to use your imagination. 🙂
A perfect orange trumpet nods on a curling tendril, peeking above a riot of pristine green leaves.
Yet even from her table in the window she can spot the blackened stems, crusted with aphids, and the golden-brown caterpillars feasting their way through the patch.
Perfection, she thinks, masking something much less savoury.
She turns to her companion again, noting his handsome profile as he too gazes at garden outside.
“Did you know the latin for nasturtium translates as ‘twisted nose?” he says, reaching playfully towards her face.
She jerks back.
This, whispers a voice inside her head, is not what it seems.