“Well sir,” said Malcolm, “it looks like ivy.”
“I can see that,” sighed Denver. “But how is it growing out of her skin?”
“Temperature puts the time of death at eight o’clock last night,” announced the coroner.
“Anything else odd,” asked Denver.
“Soil under her finger nails,” replied the coroner. “It has a blue tint to it, not a local soil that I know of.”
“Get her to the morgue,” said Denver. “Tell me what you find in an autopsy.”
None of them noticed her head had started to flower.
~
Original photo available on Unsplash. Doodle and tale by Peter Edwards with his Posca Pens.
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Little Fears 
Beautiful story!!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Seems something of a creeper, this.
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Mhmm!
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Again, you brighten my day with your hilarity……………
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Thank you. 🙂
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I love these little gems! They make me smile.
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Cheers. 🙂
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I like this a lot! The words and the photo together really work to make an unsettling atmosphere.
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Cheers, I reckon horror and comedy are close enough to work together here. 🙂
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I second Zanterr’s motion: very creepy. Very Edward Gorey!
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I gotta read some Gorey.
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Ha! I’ve heard of ladies “flowering” before but this takes it to the next level. Love it! 🙂
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Thank you. 😛
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Chia pets!
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I had one of them potato shaped heads with grass for hair back in the 80’s. 😀
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That is quite a story!!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Cool!
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Thank you. 🙂
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