This week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt presents an idyllic suburban street where probably not a lot happens. Yet, I was drawn to the idea that every place has secrets that are best left buried, or you may think they should be dug up and exposed. You decide.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the site. More contributions can be accessed HERE.
Ils ne doivent jamais savoir
(They must never know)
Early morning is the safest time to exercise my dog. It is when the air is at its cleanest and I breathe in deep large gulps of freshness before the commuters start up their vehicles.
Everyone knows me, and a dawn walk is the best time to avoid conversations that pry into my health and show pity. Also, I’m afraid I’ll say something I regret when they suggest how my missing wife, Susan, will change her mind and come home soon.
They notice I spend every day digging in the garden, keeping it in full bloom, the way Susan would.
It’s often the quiet ones to watch out for! Great story!
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You just never know, what keeps these flowers blooming.
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This is great, James. You never know what the neighbours are up to!
May I just tell you that it is savoir (just a little inversion of letters) 🙂
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Thanks Dale, I am pleased you enjoyed this. Yes, french grammar is not that great.
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It just looked like a dyslexic moment 😉 I have them all the time.
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Changes made, thanks.
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You are welcome!
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it looks like he has every reason to keep a low profile. 🙂
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Clearly he’s put a lot of work into improving his soil
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It is all just too perfect isn’t it! We once dug a grave for our old (dead) cat, late at night in the dark, in the rain and my neighbour drove up…
Good luck with the gardening!
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It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for!
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Oooooooooooooo
I reckon she’s closer than anyone thinks!
Bet the … um … fertiliser is top quality 🤣
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yes, and the flowers are lovely.
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Rear Window?
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No looking back. Thanks.
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Great job of letting us know exactly what had happened without telling us. Not sure why the dog keeps digging in that one specific place all of the time…
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Those neighbours just want to gossip. Let it go, he says. Thank you.
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I’m sure Susan would be pleased by the lushness of the flowers in “her” bed. So creepy!
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Mmm, Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Very clever ending! I also like the fact that you matched the language of the title with that on the street sign.
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Thank you. My French is terrible.
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I see that Dale helped with the spelling of ‘savoir’. 😁
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Just read where planting endangered plants prevents further digging. Why do I think she’ll never return? A clever one, James.
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Pushing up daisies, perhaps. thanks.
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Interesting how he subconsciously was doing that. Well done.
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Oh look at that beautiful garden… fun crime story, clevery told. As long as no one seriously looks for her, he should be safe.
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Until his cover is blown. Thank you.
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ohhhhh…and the flower garden is so lovely…a perfect disguise. Well written!
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Many thanks. where were you when you took the picture of the glass on the baptism basin. (just guessing).
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