Weeds
Sarah tended her garden.
The anomaly spread like fungus, leaving dark smudges on her caretaker’s soul.
Sarah never wavered.
On harvest day, the darkness overtook her.
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Apoplectic Apostrophes 
Spooky!
That’s what I was going for! 🙂
a bit scary
I was inspired by all the weeds currently growing in my garden, which are a bit scary this year. 🙂
oooOOoooooooo–nice…
Thank you! 🙂
I love how this plays on different levels, and it leaves me craving more. It’s dark and spooky, and elegant. Great writing!
Thanks for the lovely comment, Tony! I really had to work to keep it at 26 words. 🙂
Eek!
😀
ooh I likey!
Thanks Jen! 🙂
Oh this is so intriguing. Darkness is such a vague yet terrifying concept.
Thanks Yeshu! I agree with you — and I’m glad that terror came through.
Oh, I love this! The smudged caretaker’s soul rally does it for me.
Thanks Susan! I’m so glad you liked it. 🙂