Story :: Planting

Planting (295 words)

Sometimes I climbed the stairs to Gutter’s flat afraid of what I would find at the top. Most of the time, cooking smells came out to meet me, the tendrils of her experiments reaching into the corridors and neighbouring homes. The experiments weren’t always a success, hence my trepidation, but today as I approached her door at the very end of the corridor there was nothing. No smells, no sounds. I glanced at my watch; perhaps I had come too early. I tried the door just in case, and it opened.

Gutter sat on the floor in the middle of the tiny space. A bag of compost coughed up its tarred lungs over her feet and the grubby linoleum. Around her were arranged seed packets, herb plants with supermarket ‘reduced’ stickers on them, and a multitude of pots.

“What on earth are you doing?”

Gutter didn’t look up, too preoccupied with filling a seed tray and levelling off the soil. “I want a herb garden,” she said, as if this was perfectly obvious. “I’m sick of using stuff from the freezer, or running to the shop when I’m out of basil or mint.”

I took off my coat and laid it over the back of a chair, but something caught my eye. There was a small pile of torn, dirty posters lying on the seat of the chair. MISSING, they read, Luca Brevig.

“Where did these come from?”

Gutter gave me a cursory glance, and her eyes took in the posters. She looked away again at once. “Marina, who else?”

“But I meant, where did you find them?”

“All over.” Gutter sighed and tossed aside the tray. Soil scattered across the entire flat. Her shoulders began to shake. “What am I going to do?”

 

Written for the CAKE.shortandsweet Wednesday Write-in. Follow on from last week’s Going Missing. Read the rest of Gutter and Luca’s story here!

Read my other free stories here.

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About sarahgracelogan

Sarah Grace is an itinerant scribbler and general layabout. She runs a writing group called CAKE.shortandsweet, because any form of procrastination from actual writing is always attractive to the serious author of refined taste. When not distracted by laser pens, Sarah Grace writes novels, short stories and flash fiction, poetry, stage scripts and screenplays. She has performed her work at Stirred Poetry, Bad Language and Tongue in Cheek Manchester. Her first publication, Humping the Boonies is a self-published chapbook available directly from the author, or from Travelling Man, Manchester. You can find more details about her ongoing projects, not to mention a selection of free stories up for grabs right here on her blog. https://sarahgracelogan.wordpress.com/about/ She also likes to talk about theatre, film, books, photography, and especially games and other things that involve collaborative storytelling. Sarah Grace likes feedback, in whatever form it comes.

5 comments

  1. Tessa Sheppard

    Great visuals and dialogue. Way to go! 😀

  2. Love the way this carries on last weeks story- was intrigued. Great descriptions -especially of the bag of compost- all of this is easy for reader to picture. Looking forward to reading more!loved it- well done !

  3. Elaine McKay

    I loved compost image too. I am glad you carried on from last week. I am really hooked. I would love to know what has happened.

  4. Looking forward to the next.
    Not sure about compost’s “tarred lungs”. Apart from adding to the apocolypticness (?) of Gutter’s life.

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