Kelvin’s greenhouse bore witness to his expertise, his meticulous concern for efficiency. Orchids in co-ordinated arrays displayed magnificent blooms. Gardening tools hung neatly on pegboards. Water dripped and sprayed, precisely adjusted to avoid wastage. The floor gleamed, maintained by Hughie, Kelvin’s young assistant. Hughie worked silently, pausing sometimes to listen to the water. His days moved to Kelvin’s schedule.
They found Kelvin one morning, his bloated face bathed by the flow from the same gushing tap which was flooding the greenhouse floor in a wanton stream. From Kelvin’s chest, positioned for maximum efficiency, a garden fork protruded.
They couldn’t find Hughie.
This story is for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge is to write a short story in 100 words or less in response to a weekly photo prompt.