Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge set by Priceless Joy. The story word limit is 100 – 150 words (+ – 25 words). This weeks prompt is © The Storyteller’s Abode.


Stan was a wealthy man.

He drove to work in his Porsche on sunny days and was chauffeur driven on rainy days in one of his Bentley’s.

When he reached his secluded plot of land, he would change into his scruffy gardeners gear and get straight to work, planting vegetables in long lines. He made sure that there was always something growing, whatever the season.

He worked alone and his produce got good prices. He left the commercial side to his employees.

You might wonder how he became so affluent.

Others did.

When asked he would always say, “I have overseas investments.”

His mobile rang.



“I’d like to rent a plot.”

“OK. How many bodies?”

“Just the one. It’s a …”

“I don’t need to know. You have the offshore details?”


“Go ahead.”

Stan switched to his online banking app and smiled.

“OK. Text me the pickup coordinates.”

He pocketed the phone.

He surveyed around him. There was room for quite a few more silent partners.

Stan was a very wealthy man.

33 Replies to “Veggies : FFfAW”

  1. Ooh, wonderfully dark and sinister. Love the way you take us through different emotions here, starting with what sounds like a rather nice, quiet man, just enjoying his veggie labours, only for us to be led to the truth of his cadaverous plot! Nicely constructed, I thought, with a good, gradual build up.
    Nicely done. Funny I chose Stan for one of my characters’ names too, thoug he’s not half as nasty as your man 🙂

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