Okay so I was going through Facebook memes and I saw a thing for book ideas and it said plants with faces. That would be horrible, can you imagine? As in, humans and flowers coexist and bouquets would be a sort of mass murder thing. Like what if they did a murder mystery?
The crime scene was curtained off. All remaining flowers had been relocated. As I am a flower my assistant carried me in in a pot. It was horrid, petals and stems and leaves littered the ground. It almost looked like scenes from a history book before us flowers had gained equal rights, what was that game called? Oh yes, loves me loves me not. It took me a minute to compose myself. I looked at the sergeant and asked "How many dead?"
"Five" He replied stony faced.
"Any missing?"
"Three"
I breathed deeply, filling myself with carbon dioxide before asking "So, do you think we're dealing with a..."
"Yes" he said with a sickened expression "a gardener".
Gardeners, they sickened me. They were a vile group all round. They kidnap flowers, grow them, breed them. Only to cut them up to make bouquets for their perverse pleasure. Then they call it beauty........
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