An Old Man's Amaryllis- Flash-Fiction based on true story

He stumbled over the lip of the greenhouse step, his swollen knee pounding with the rheumatoid ache he’d known for too long, too long.
He wanted to swear with the agony but his grandchildren sat in the house not far away, and they wouldn’t want to hear Grandad’s pain. There was a lot of pain recently, in his heart, his legs, his bones, it wouldn’t be long now, he knew.

Grandad’s wife knew. They’d discussed the end already, made sure he’d be ready, made sure the grandchildren would be ready. His wife wasn’t. His sweet wife with sagged cheeks that used to shine with the life they shared, she didn’t want him to end.

He was tired, though, even as he watered the drowsy plants in his greenhouse. He was tired of his hobbies and his weeping wounds that made him cry like a child with the discomfort. Once an adult, twice a child, his wife had said, and she was right. Except children didn’t have anything to leave behind.

None of them would come to water his plants after he’d popped his clogs, and that made him sadder than a grown man could explain. They were a token, small things that were inconsequential to everyone but him, and that made them important. Your own things are important because they are yours and no one else can care about them the way you would.

Still, his wife wasn’t inconsequential. His only son, his grandchildren, they were important, they were his and he’d cared for them. Who would do that after he’d gone?

Who would water his plants and make them grow?

Amaryllis grew through winter and flowered until summer. They didn’t need a lot of help, he could just pot them up in his own, lovingly nutritious blend of compost, and they’d survive without his green-fingered hand.

He picked up a plastic tub and pushed in the Amaryllis bulb, patting the dirt around it.

Inside the house, his family waited. They pretended to be alright with being left to grow alone, and he wished he could stay and help them, but some plants drown if you water them too attentively, some plants would wither under an eye too bright. He was a gardener and a Grandad; he would always love the things he’d seeded.

Without him, they’d bloom just fine.


This is a very short story I’ve written based on a beautiful surprise my recently deceased Grandfather left us. His greenhouses have fallen apart since he’s been gone, there’s overgrown weeds and rats and all sorts of collapses. It’s sad, but we found something still living, something he’d planted so long ago, back when he could stand. Pots of blooming Amaryllis survived the harsher months, and were rediscovered some days ago, much to my grandmother’s delight! She says it’s a miracle they’re alive, I think so too, but I also believe there was a bit of loving forethought on Grandad’s side. That’s where this short came from. The picture is one I took myself a few days ago, and they’re just as vivacious today.




An Old Man’s Amaryllis- Flash-Fiction based on true story


Book Review: Bad Company by Wendy Nelson



Summary:  The paranormal horror Bad Company follows tenacious teen Eliza Taylor’s excommunication to her withered but secretive great, great (great, great?) aunt Celeste’s shop in Blackwater Missouri. Ordinary girl Eliza doesn’t just learn her lesson, she discovers a world of untapped sin and demonic contracture hidden behind the storefront facade.

Co-worker and roomie Dante is hot in all senses of the word, and Eliza finds him harder to befriend than cute guy Chase, who charms his way into her heart. Unfortunately for Chase, the Seven Deadly Sins are rife and free at the behest of demon Asher, and poor Chase swallows a heart-full of Lust.

Given that Eliza has trapped her violent and powerful aunt into the Monet painting(you really have to read it), it’s now Eliza’s duty to sort the sins from the souls. First on the list being Chase whom finds himself raging through women in pursuit of the object of  his desire- Eliza.

With reluctant(and mysteriously ancient) Dante’s aid, Eliza helps Chase at the cost of a full body tackle to the ground. We end Bad Company with a devilish bargain and a dramatic  reveal that’ll knock your socks across the room. Read here to find out:

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Review: This is a story about a previously ordinary girl with the deceit of demon deals on her shoulders. She meets dangerously attractive(and occasionally inhuman) young men on her journey to saving souls, hers included, with a shop-full of action to entertain.

Wendy Nelson’s heroine Eliza Taylor has enough sass to outwit a demon, literally. With hilariously endearing realism, Bad Company’s female lead invites the reader to laugh, cringe and cry along with her.

The concept of the Seven Deadly Sins tempting contracted souls should be enough to entice many superstitious or supernaturally-obsessed readers. The prospect of two daringly beautiful men might hook the rest. You can trust in Wendy Nelson’s serpentine plot to carry you off to heaven, and the feelings you’ll have for Dante and Chase will send you blushing all the way down to the Devil’s hot tub.

A must-read for teens with a hankering for the otherworldly.

About her novel, Wendy Nelson says,

BAD COMPANY is my Teen Paranormal Fiction that revolves around my fascination 
with the 7 Deadly Sins and Good vs. Evil. There is something altogether visceral
about the various sins human beings commit, but what if they were something we
knowingly bought? Could you resist even if it meant getting what you most desired 
in the world?

8 out of 10 for this brinnande skrift!