Murderous Plant- FB-FWG 300 word flash fiction based on the story below. Drama – Trigger: Domestic Violence

He pushed me through the door, the knob hit the glass so hard that it shattered. All I could think was that he had finally ruined the one place I found solace: my safe-haven. I didn’t scream, it was pointless. How many times before had I begged for mercy having not done anything that required forgiveness.

He shoved me to the floor. I quietly moaned, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing the pain I felt every time his shoe connected with my ribcage. I placed my hands on the wooden slats and lifted my head enough to peer through the gaps. A small bug crawled across the dirt. How I wished I were it.

I knew he was finally walking away by the sound his feet made against the pallets I had broken apart, creating a deck to build my planthouse. He was satisfied when I saved money. 

I pulled myself over to the refinished chair, covered in a floral pattern to match my blooms. Too weak to lift myself, I reached for the pillows, allowing them to topple over and down, sliding them underneath me. I would have to lay here until my strength replenished. 

I squinted my eyes when I heard the trees rustling outside, scared he had come back for more. 

“Dear?” I recognized the voice. My best friend was exactly twice my age at seventy-two. “Oh, dear.” Her knees popped when she bent down beside me. She rubbed my hair back away from my face and sat with me for hours until I was able to move. 

She returned the next day with a get-well plant, and the secret to a better life. “You’ll prepare his favorite food. A dash of this deadly nightshade will do you both good.” Her thin lips created a smile.