In accordance with my father’s wishes, we planted the biodegradable cylinder containing a mix of his ashes, an organic nutrient and the precious seeds. Sentimental clap-trap? Or something more sinister?
Throughout the ceremony my siblings sobbed uncontrollably, casting speculative or accusatory glances at me, whilst I stood apart, dry-eyed.
I’d been his favourite; everyone knew that.
But only my mother knew why. And she wasn’t saying.
Today the ash tree stands forty feet tall, boughs reaching out for me. Once again.
And we’re all sharing the same thought.
No way should it have grown so tall in just twelve months.
A re-tread from me this week, slightly edited. How could I have forgotten it was Wednesday? The Friday Fictioneer’s photo this week comes from our industrious hostess, Rochelle. Is there no end to her talents?
Two threads in 100 words – a family scandal, and magic seeds. Well done, Sandra
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Thanks Neil. 🙂
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Dear Sandra,
This is still a stunner. You left me wanting to know more. Brilliant as always.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle. Great photo this week.
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I’m not sure what to make of him – a bad father, an evil man, but able to grow into a magnificent tree. A complex story in what has been left unsaid. Intriguing.
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Sometimes you can’t just put evil down where it belongs. 😦 Thanks for reading Iain.
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Leaves a lot to the imagination, and therein lies the beauty of fiction.
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Thanks for reading, Reena.
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Now I want to know what nasty little story lies behind.
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Thanks for reading, Jane.
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🙂
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So complex and well-written. So much going on here in so few words. I love this! Well done 🙂
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Many thanks. 🙂
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A thought-provoking piece indeed! Simply delightful Sandra.
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Thanks for visiting, Keith.
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I am wondering why she was his favourite.
Such an intriguing tale in 100 words.
Brilliant, Sandra.
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Thanks for reading, Moon.
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Beautiful story. I was reminded of that experiment where they weighed everything that went into a tree (water, soil, etc) and found the tree was several times larger than what it used. It was impossible to explain where the mass had come from.
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Interesting thought. Thanks for visiting.
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Now that was interesting.
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Glad you thought so, James.
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This story made me shiver, and I’m still trying to rub the goosebumps from my skin.
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Nothing like a good shiver. Unless it’s a high pitched scream… Thanks for reading.
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I’m not surprised she was dry-eyed. You’ve crafted that carefully and artistically to give us a very satisfying story.
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Thanks Penny.
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Oh, my…… what a hideous hidden tale
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Indeed, Sue. 😦 Thanks for reading.
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😊
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Tree-mendous…and roll on Bonfire night…
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What makes you think that will see an end to him. The last one didn’t. 🙂
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This tree needs caging, or better still pollarding.
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Ouch! 🙂
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What’s the mystery behind it dear, I would love to know?
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A touch of familial over-familiarity? Thanks for reading, Indira.
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🙂
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This was so good! And yes, leaving us wanting to know more… so much more.
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Thanks Dale. 🙂
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Oh I loved the magical mystery of this little tale! Left me wondering, as all good flash should.
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Thank you Susan.
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This is beautifully told, lyrical and illusive. You achieve so much with the 100 words and leave so much mystery 🙂
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Thanks for visiting Anna.
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Intriguing indeed. I want to buy the book!
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No books in prospect, Dawn. I haven’t the perseverance. Thanks for reading.
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Jack and the Beanstalk, revisited? Sinister, though.
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A very sinister fairy-tale. Thanks for reading.
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This could be interpreted in a couple of ways, but somehow my mind is leaning towards the sinister side. Nice bit of writing, Sandra.
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It’s leaning in the intended direction, Varad. 🙂 Thanks for dropping by.
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Magical and mysterious. I like it.
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Many thanks.
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Well, that’s very sinister, both magically and personally. You told that so well, hinting at the disturbing undercurrents of their relationship without spelling it out. Beautifully done. I fear your character needs Iain’s lead from his FF – Agnes with her chainsaw
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Yes. Agnes has rather stuck in my mind since reading that story. 🙂 Thanks for reading Lynn, and good luck with F500.
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Yes, she’d be terrifying to know but useful at times! Thanks Sandra
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Creepy – lots of intriguing questions left to answer! Nice one.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Wow.. I want to know why the father loved her, and the crazy seeds.
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Thanks for reading, Lata.
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An intriguing tale! I love the way the boughs are reaching out, once again. This really fires the imagination.
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… and I have an uneasy feeling about the way this links to the title!
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The title is always, for me, and important part of 100 word flash. Thanks for visiting, Edith. Your uneasiness is well-founded.
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You tease 🙂
The title leaves a lot to the imagination. Love it.
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Thanks Russell. 🙂
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Sinister and deep. Open to so much speculation. Reminds me of King Lear!
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Well, possibly the antithesis of King Lear, I guess. Thanks for reading.
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Thank you!
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Oh my. I think she was a favorite because of something awful he liked to do to her. Seems the tree was still “reaching for her.” How horrid to watch that evil tree grow so fast. I would happily supply her with some matches. How you wrote so much into so little I’ll never know. Brilliantly done!
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Exactly so! Thanks for reading (and understanding). 🙂
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I think there is a difference between favorite and “favorite”…. a ghastly thought to have those branches reaching for her…
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There is indeed. Thanks for visiting Bjorn. Hope you had a brilliant birthday.
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Ohhhh, why was the narrator the favorite? Was the narrator a creation as well? And the tree reaching out. Well done. So many questions.
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Well the mother knew. And mothers quite often stay silent about such things where tyrannical fathers are concerned.
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What a powerful 100 words Sandra. The father is evil even after death. I hope she has that tree cut down quickly.
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But what if it grows again… and again. Bwah-ha-ha. 😦
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Then it is magic of a black evil kind….
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i’m also wondering how it could grow tall that fast. maybe later we’d know. 🙂
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Because evil flourishes?
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Mysterious, Sandra. I’m not sure whether I like mystery or having the answers and being able to n ut it out. Now, I’m wondering why the tree grew so quickly and why she was his favourite. There’s so much going on here and no answers. Perhaps, it’ll take Agnes from a previous flash to saw the tree down to get some answers.
xx Rowena
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Well, as we’re so far through this week’s exercise, Rowena, it won’t spoil it for too many people if I give you the literal version you seek. The father had requested that a tree be planted in his memory, and that his ashes be mixed with the soil in which the seed of the tree was sown. The father had abused his daughter, the siblings sensed that he favoured her for some reason but only the mother knew why and she stayed silent (as some mothers do) because she was afraid of her husband. The daughter is dry-eyed at the funeral because she hated him. The title – the Evil That Men Do…(from Shakespeare) continues with the words … ‘lives after them’ and so the ashes of the father caused the tree to flourish at a rapid rate, so evil was he. The boughs reach out for her, pretty much like his arms did during life, because, I hope the reader infers, he still can’t bear to be parted from her.
It’s hard to tell a story in 100 words, so sometimes it’s necessary to leave enough clues for people to fill in the gaps. Perhaps there aren’t enough in this piece. Thanks for reading, anyway.
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Wow. Just an amazing story in its entirety. The word count is difficult, but I think you did the story justice.
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I should have taken notice of the title.
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Sandra, I think you did a brilliant job with this – to me, it was clear, right from the start. Just enough details, and yes, “blanks” left to tease and allow the mind to question. And in my books, this is a good thing – especially in FF. Precise but with just enough hint of the vague – as it should be, in my thoughts.
What I really appreciated was the “odd details” – how you’ve incorporated these newer ideas, like ashes and cremation and mixing them with other things, and how it then becomes a “new recycled and recyclable product’ – which is a current trend, so this sets this piece well, being more contemporary etc.
All in all, a most excellent write. And thanks for having stopped by at my piece. Hope you have a wonderful weekend 🙂
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Thank you! And hope you did too.
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So much story in so few words – stunning.
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Thanks Clare.
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So much left unsaid but understood in a short amount of space. Very nicely done! =)
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Thank you, Brenda.
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So many questions! Why was she his favourite? Why was the mother quiet about what she knew? And what is the sinister evil behind all of this? So much mystery here I’m just dying to know more.
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I think you’ll find the answers two responses above yours, Fatima.
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Such a gripping story! So sinister. I’d be taking a chainsaw to that tree.
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🙂 Maybe she should have taken a chainsaw to her father some years earlier. Thanks for reading.
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Yes! That would have been more effective.
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Wonderful story.
The boughs wanting to touch & hug maybe!
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Thanks for reading, Anita.
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Wonderful! We know what he did, but what makes his ashes so fertile?
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Evil. 🙂 Thanks for reading, Liz.
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Bravo. A saw, a wood chipper, 44 gallon drums and a lot of ready to pour concrete. Transport to Windscale for disposal with nuclear waste.
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That’ll do it, I guess. 🙂
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That’s a great take on the picture! Well written story – I was intrigued.
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Thanks Symmantha.
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Oooo omg the creepy vibes in this one… and then the branches reaching for her… i say cut it down and burn it!
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Thanks for reading, Laurie.
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An intriguing story shielding more than it reveals.
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Thank you.
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I like the mystery. Super story Sandra.
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Many thanks, Dan.
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Creepy! I didn’t see the first one. I wonder what happens now.
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Thanks for reading.
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This is so well written. You give us enough to get the story, but there is so much between the lines as well. Deep, dark story. I love it!
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Wow! So much left unsaid and yet so eloquent. The abusive father still reaching out after his death.
Great story.
But I think I like the idea of having the ashes churned with a seeding mix. Might need to rewrite my yet to be written will.
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There is so much left for speculation in this. Was he evil or was he just simply playing favorites that didn’t end with his death. Love how it left it open to the reader to create his/her own story as to reason.
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