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 Category:  Horror and Thriller Fiction
  Posted: May 13, 2020      Views: 80

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"Passing the baton" by Praveen J.



I usually do not forget to draw the curtains in my bedroom. But last night, coming back from Gustavo's funeral, I was understandably maudlin. I remember gulping a few glasses of wine before retiring. The window overlooks our olive orchard which Gustavo used to manage. He was funny and charming, in an earthy sort of way. When I was small, he would tell me stories about each tree as if they were his family. He pointed out his stooped parents, countless siblings, uncles, aunts, a wife and two mistresses. They all had eccentric personalities and he had this odd habit of whispering to them every night. I would see him hobbling, tree to tree, caressing the gnarled trunks. Sometimes we would deposit chopped earthworms at the base of each tree. They would wriggle till morning.
I woke up, drenched in sweat, with an uneasy feeling of being watched. The condensation on the window gave an eerie red glow to the moonlight. My breath froze when I found that the red glow came from bleeding, writhing earthworm bits stuck to the pane. Steadying myself, I went closer to peer, only to find Gustavo's shadow gazing back at me.

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Write a short flash fiction story between 100 to 200 words based on the themes specified in contest details.

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Certain ancient shamanic traditions involve worshiping trees since they like other living creatures are said to have a life force or a soul, if you will. Making bloodied sacrifices to the roots of fruit bearing trees is also part of arcane fertility rites. Gustavo wanted someone to look after his tree-family after he was gone. He chose me.
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