Back in May, I submitted a story called The Smiling Roses to the Carrot Ranch’s regular 100 word weekly challenge, which concludes with a man’s ashes being scattered under some roses. I have since discovered that this would have made the roses very ill indeed, which would have defeated the point of the insult. So this is the re-write; hope you enjoy it.
As Phoebe drove home with her husband, Spike, strapped into the passenger seat, she decided it was time for him to hear some home truths.
‘Spike, in all our married years, never once did you praise anything I did or nourish me when it mattered. Far from putting me on a pedestal, you never missed an opportunity to put down my ‘stupidity’.’
Silence.
Phoebe arrived home, unstrapped Spike’s urn and removed the lid. She emptied his ashes into the instant-mix concrete slurry and completed her path to the front gate.
‘You can look up to me now, Spike. Every day.’
Six Crooked Highways 
Looooong stony silence from Spike.
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Damn you, Obb. Why didn’t you send me that line before I published?! Absolutely love it.
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Now that is a great ending 🙂
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Thanks, Deb. 🙂
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Laugh out loud funny. Thanks Doug.
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Glad it hit the spot, Hobbo.
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😀 Ashes to path-es. And, it’s 99 words for the challenge; are you cheating? 😀
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I see that I have indeed cheated by one word but given that was not an actual entry I beg forgiveness for my loquacity on this occasion. 😉
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Long live the roses then Doug… can’t help but think Spike might be looking up at totally the wrong things though… another twist of fate where the last laugh is his?? Maybe patio footings would be better ha,ha.
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We share the same risque mind 😉 Perhaps I should have made it the new lid on the septic tank.
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Ha, ha…don’t tell me, another re-write 😂
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