✨️❗️NEW WRITING EXCERPT❗️✨️

Hi everyone! Welcome to story excerpt night! Today's excerpt is from a flash fiction piece I'm working on called Florals. Let me know if you like it so far, and if I should continue the story!!

CW: supernatural, supernatural death

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Val figured winning the county fair’s gardening exhibition for the third year in a row meant the most drama she would ever face would be her and Margaret Johnson’s courteous and not-so-friendly debates about the amount of water a Chinese marigold needed. After all, Val had always presented herself as a skilled botanist, and so none of the other gardeners in her club had any idea she was also a skilled necromancer.

Val liked to keep this to herself. Toting the label of necromancer, let alone a necrobotanist, carried a certain kind of stigma.

However, when Val suspected a faery was eating her petunias, she figured a bit of black magic might help.

Val set her trap and hoped that it would be enough to scare the faery away. Unfortunately, when she returned to her garden in the morning, and found a very dead faery lying among her trimmed and manicured flowers, Valeria knew her reputation was on the line. Sure, faeries were little more than a nuisance in these parts but considering the new laws about trapping rather than killing the things, Val knew she was in trouble.

Val ran for her spade, came back to the scene of the crime, and began to dig a hole. That was around the time George Aptos, her neighbor, came home, and Val could see him coming up the shared driveway.

That was when Val began to panic. George was friendly, to be sure. But he was also a detective.

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Please let me know if you read this excerpt, and if you enjoyed it! I may post the finished version in a week or two if enough people give me feedback <3

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