It had been exactly one month since Gerard won the lottery. He had done what you would expect people suddenly gaining money would do. Gerard was now the owner of a very large house next to the water and had even hired servants for himself.
Now was a good time to announce himself to the elite. What better way was there than to host a gala? That way, the rich could showoff their wonderful yachts. He prepared all the invitations and got them sent out. Now, he just waited for the day to arrive.
On the day, he made sure that the back of the house was free of boats so the rich could park their yachts. He was inside surveying the work on food preparation and decorations. Everything was going according to plan.
The Butler coughed politely. “Sir, your daughter has arrived.”
One day, I found a pot plant in the porch. There were no clues where this had come from as there was no note attached to the little pot.
Not long later, it was a flourishing plant, although I still
did not know what sort of plant it was. It looked like a spider settling itself
on the corner of my shelf. Some people would have described that as creepy, but
I thought it was beautiful!
The consolation was that it wasn’t following a total eclipse of the sun, and it didn’t need blood, so it wasn’t from outer space!
I write this 100 word story for Friday fictioneers. If you don’t know what I am referring to with the outer-space section, it is the musical little shop of horrors.
Esoteric Hollywood, Symbology, Hidden Agendas, Secret Societies and Modern Witchcraft Rants. We cover the Qabals, Kaballah and Cosmic Cobblers from Enoch to Seventh Day Adventists on DMT. If its cultish and conceals and we don’t then tell us, we will! Shoemakers and Chain Grace to all!