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Feeding the Rooftop Garden

Updated on September 28, 2016
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Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher. He is a former journalist who has worked on various community and college publications.

"Yeah I wanna see your garden," he slurred. “Once you see it, you’ll never want to leave.” She turned on her heels, flashing those long legs as she headed for the exit.
"Yeah I wanna see your garden," he slurred. “Once you see it, you’ll never want to leave.” She turned on her heels, flashing those long legs as she headed for the exit. | Source

"Want to see my garden?" Lilly whispered to the drunkard.

He put his shot glass down and craned his head toward the lady in red. Even through his vapor-tinged eyes, he saw a woman more tempting than a fifth shot of fine aged whiskey.

"Yeah I wanna see your garden," he slurred.

“Once you see it, you’ll never want to leave.”

She turned on her heels, flashing those long legs as she headed for the exit. The image of her was extremely enticing, and the drunkard was going to take as much advantage of this opportunity.

Stumbling, the drunkard followed her. Thoughts of plowing that garden pierced the liquid haze surrounding his head.

The two passed by several patrons. They watched the spectacle in silence until they left (It was at that moment many of them exchanged looks of relief and sighed in content).

Outside, Lilly worked her magic with a few thrusts of her hips while showing some skin, Lilly knew the man was hers.

“So what type of drink did you have?” “Aged whiskey.” “Perfect! Whiskey adds flavor.”
“So what type of drink did you have?” “Aged whiskey.” “Perfect! Whiskey adds flavor.” | Source

“Over here, darling,” she said as she turned a corner and entered a multistory apartment building.

The drunkard obliged. He knew that garden was not far.

They went up the spiral stairs, until they reached the door to the roof.

“You're ready? “She whispered.

His eyes lit up with anticipation.

She opened the door to reveal an immaculate herb and vegetable garden. The slack-jawed drunk seemingly sobered up.

“You really meant a garden did you?” he murmured, with a hint of disappointment.

She smiled as she made her way to a table with garden tools on it.

“So,” he added. “How do you keep this garden so lush?”

“Ah, that’s a little secret I’m going to reveal,” she said. “Do me a favor and go stand on that.”

Although perplexed, the drunkard obliged. He stepped onto the planter. His feet sank into the muck. The things you have to do to get lucky, he thought.

She pointed at a huge planter full of blackish-brown mulch.

Although perplexed, the drunkard obliged. He stepped onto the planter. His feet sank into the muck. The things you have to do to get lucky, he thought.

“So what type of drink did you have?”

“Aged whiskey.”

“Perfect! Whiskey adds flavor.”

Suddenly, she whipped out a gun with a silencer and fired a shot at the shocked drunk. He fell dead onto the mulch.

She approached the drunk's corpse. His eyes were still wide open, as was his mouth. Bits of the liquid mixed in with mulch seeped into his mouth.

“I told you,” she said. “Once you see it, you’ll never leave.

"She approached the drunk. “I told you,” she said. “Once you see it, you’ll never leave.”
"She approached the drunk. “I told you,” she said. “Once you see it, you’ll never leave.” | Source

Morbid Search Reveals Quaint find

When looking for photos to add to this post, I wanted something that would connect to the story. In doing so, I searched on the Internet. Out of the blue, I typed "Blood on Plant image" just to see what I got. Surprisingly, the search engines produced several pages of photos.

Does this mean it found actual blood on plants? Did this mean possible images of murder were posted to websites? Luckily, world isn't that morbid. Most if not all the photos showed plants and tree with tints of red (I'm not an expert of horticulture; however, some of these photos were labelled blood trees or blood plants. Whether these are actual plants and trees or just a title is hard to say).

The story: I can't say where the inspiration came from. I've heard of cases in which some people murder others to either feed their livestock. I've never heard anyone killing someone -- then turning them into "mulch." I wouldn't be surprised. Then again, I don't think I really want to know. I'm already taken back by the discovery of the blood plants (despite how benign they appeared to be).

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