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3/6/2016

 
BY BASILIKE PAPPA
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When I took the place over, she was gone. She was the old creature that moved about the house and the garden in small steps, taking care of them. She never took care of me. She hated me; my blossomless heart; my art. She called it noxious, and destroyed it devotedly. She wouldn't let me near her favorites. Whenever she saw me, she would mutter something like a prayer, or exorcism. She’d pull me out of my hiding places, and throw me out. 

I kept coming back. My roots here went deeper than she imagined.

I was wild – nothing like Rose, Daisy, Violet, or Lily. She was loving and tender with them. Bringing them cool water on hot summer days; covering them in their beds in frosty winter nights; whispering secrets to them. She was proud of them, as if they were her natural offspring. And I had to shrink in the shadows and writhe, green with envy, as I watched their strength and beauty grow.

She was found dead in the garden, among her favorites. They didn’t shed a tear. Only Willow wept, but then she was always weeping.

My time had come.
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I strangled innocent little Daisy in her sleep, twisting myself around her, squashing her sunny eyes shut. In the same way I squeezed the false modesty out of Violet. I brought down proud Lily and crushed her under my weight. And then I got Rose. I embraced her, whispering tales about the moist earth, rotting leaves and mould. She tore at me with her sharp nails. I laughed and held her tighter, sucking in her last breaths.

And then my conquest started. Creeping, crawling, climbing, I took every inch of the garden, every stone of the house, every crack. I sealed doors and shutters with my art.  

I saw all that I had made, and it was very good. So I invited rats, snakes and bats to live with me, to feed, breed and die. And then came the cats, to hunt. 

…

"It stinks of shit and death," the man said. "Why would you want to live here?" 

The woman smiled. 

"My family lived over there." She pointed at a house at the end of the street. "Every day, I’d see a woman in this garden, tending to her flowers, speaking to them sometimes. I had never seen anyone speak to flowers before."

She paused, looking back. He kept quiet, looking at the house.

"I was a child and I wanted to be this fifty-something year old woman who talked to flowers. I used to think she must be the happiest person in the world."

"I don’t want you to be anyone but yourself," the man said. 

"I will be myself here," the woman said. 

"It needs a lot of work," the man said.


The woman took a notebook and a pen out of her bag. On the first page she wrote: House restoration – Jobs to be done.

And under that: Kill Ivy.

Basilike Pappa lives in Trikala, Greece. She has studied Translation, and History of the European Civilization, and works as a copy-editor for magazines. To write her stories, she uses either English or Greek, depending on her whims, and a black pen with a fine tip. When she doesn’t write, she cooks without salt, walks her dog, builds Lego castles with her niece and nephew, tends to her flowers and sometimes dances Raqs Sharqi (Dance of the East). 


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Chris V.
3/6/2016 08:34:50 am

Fantastic! I loved it and hope to see more of her work.

n.p.
3/6/2016 10:42:10 am

I loved it. Keep working...i want to see more.

helia rethmann
3/6/2016 07:00:50 pm

Love this! Absolutely stunning. Such an efficiency of words coupled with an a abundance of emotions. Inspiring and funny.

dm
3/6/2016 11:29:34 pm

Very good .... perfect! Wait anxiously for the next! I want to see more!

dalton
3/8/2016 04:58:58 pm

Lovely story about ephimeral ivy.Thanks for posting

Nikos
3/9/2016 09:08:31 am

Really good! Keep on writing, we want more of this!

Panos
3/10/2016 02:21:44 pm

Awesome writing hope reading from you more stories soon...

Constantine V
3/11/2016 01:20:25 pm

Very good ! looking forward for the next one

Amanda
3/12/2016 05:00:23 am

So powerful pictures and emotions!! and so delicate sensibility at the same time ..it could be a beautiful comic out of this story as well!!

Jinxx
3/14/2016 05:16:40 pm

Fantastic writing and fantastic fantasy!!!

I really love that I couldn t take the part of anyone in that story!!
This is what I also love in cinema.
The opposite from Hollywood stories in which the good and the bad are so obviously and that makes me bored!

Really looking forward to reading your new story!!!

Alkyon link
3/17/2016 03:48:28 am

I ld like to make the cover of the story when published on paper!

Giorgio
3/17/2016 06:53:22 am

Nice, i liked its subtlety

Ivan F.
3/19/2016 01:18:30 pm

Loved it! Don't ever stop.

Andreas SLB
3/27/2016 03:13:52 pm

Dark, romantic, haunting!
Would like to see it in a short film. Stop motion maybe!?

Valeska M.P.
3/31/2016 03:38:54 pm

A plant antihero! Brilliant!


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