Steen couldn't sleep that night and didn't know what to do. Somehow he got a bee in his bonnet to go out to the abandoned greenhouse at the back of his estate to see if he could find inspiration there among the dead, withered plants. The moon was so bright he had to wear shades, but he still stubbed his toe on an old rusty bucket that someone had left lying around. He swore and kicked it forcefully across the unruly lawn. The bucket hit his neighbor Alice Abercrombie smack in the middle of her forehead, striking her dead. She, too, had been an insomniac that night of the full moon and had been wandering restlessly across his property in her housecoat and slippers, but now he had unexpectedly delivered her unto the sleep eternal.
@caesar-saladsaid The editor in me thinks "across the pallid lawn" would have been better. 😉
That particular bit of "fiction" has struck a chord with me as that exact same situation happened to me, low these many decades ago. I , what I thought was secretly, buried the woman in a shallow grave next to my carrot patch which, after a time, flourished much to the rabbit population's delight. Now that the world knows my secret I will take myself down to the local OPP (police) station and face the music. You have lifted a huge burden off my shoulders and for that I thank you sir, that's assuming, of course, you are indeed a male.
Edit: I pushed the edit thingy in error....sorry. 😢
@great-big-steessaid That particular bit of "fiction" has struck a chord with me as that exact same situation happened to me, low these many decades ago. I , what I thought was secretly, buried the woman in a shallow grave next to my carrot patch which, after a time, flourished much to the rabbit population's delight. Now that the world knows my secret I will take myself down to the local ...[text shortened]... s assuming, of course, you are indeed a male.
Edit: I pushed the edit thingy in error....sorry. 😢
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