Magic plants

‘Mama is this an eggplant or an ao-bar-genie.’

She giggled at his attempts to pronounce the word, ‘it’s an aubergine honey, but it’s also called an eggplant. Where did you get them from they look very tasty.’

‘From Mr. Johnson’s farm.’

The giggles disappeared, as she took the plants from him and threw them out of the window.

‘I told you to stop picking food from Mr. Johnson’s plot. Everything there is poisoned.’

‘That’s not what Canny said.’

‘And you believe Canny over your own mother? Have you noticed how big Canny is, it comes from eating those unhealthy vegetables.’

‘But you always tell me to eat my vegetables so I can grow big and healthy.’ he stammered conveying his confusion at his mothers’ behavior.

‘Big and healthy Lucas, not big and unable to outrun the cat or jump over a trap. Those plants have enough chemicals to grow a cow out of you.’

‘Am hungry mama.’

‘I know love, here have some fish, I’ll look for more food tonight.’


In response to the writing challenge flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by Priceless Joy click on the link to visit the blog. The photograph is from Louise @ the storytellers abode (interesting photo can’t wait to see all the stories it inspires) and the challenge is to write a 100 – 150 words (+/- 25 words) story inspired by it. Do click on the link for other stories. 

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29 thoughts on “Magic plants

  1. For me, this scene started out cute with warm, “homey” feels. That quickly morphed into a worried curiosity over Mr. Johnson’s vegetables that could possibly be packed with chemicals. But then I became sad and worried about Lucas’ mother. They don’t seem like they’re having an easy go at finding food. I wonder if the pressure is making her question Mr. Johnson, or if his vegetables are really unhealthy (and harming Canny).

    Good job with this!!

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  2. She should have the food checked to see if there are harmful chemicals in it. She may be passing up a great opportunity to supply her family with food. But, maybe she has already checked into that. Great story. 😊

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  3. Loved the turn the story took. It started out as comfort story, almost, with a lovely picture of a mother and son bonding over veggies, but then twisted into tension and suspense over the chemicals in Mr. Johnson’s plot. Great job!

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  4. After reading the last sentence, I thought: Hold on a second; something doesn’t add up here. So I reread the whole thing the second time, and then it clicked. They’re foxes! (Or mice, as I learned from the other comment.) Very nicely written!

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  5. Life must be very worrisome for Lucas’ mother as she tries to find enough chemical-free food to feed her son, whilst also keeping him out of trouble. I realised with the line about out-running the cat that they must be small animals of some sort. The whole piece actually gave me a sense of a Beatrix Potter story. Nicely done, Chioma. 🙂

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  6. A real hint of other-ly ness here. Is this a normal motherly concern about chemicals in our food, or have we slipped into the near future where some thing truly awful happens if you eat those veg? A nicely written piece, full of great dialogue. Great stuff

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  7. Great voice in this piece. The last line threw me as something odd too and had to read it twice and the line about outrunning the cat and jumping over traps – why didn’t I connect it in the first place? My fault, not the story’s. So even mice are endangered by all these chemicals? Sigh.

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  8. A lovely little scene between Mama and Lucas, with great dialogue. Mama is obviously very concerned about chemicals in the crops on Mr Johnson’s plot, as well as the problem of finding enough chemical-free food for her family. So many pesticides, fungicides and fertilisers etc are sprayed over the fields and wildlife of all kinds may suffer because of it – including mice. I hope Mama Mouse is successful in her foraging tonight. 🙂

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  9. Hahaha, I could so relate to this story because our former neighbor was an old man who lived alone with his house filled with all kinds of fruits. I remember when we first moved in, we were warned of him with so many such ‘tales’ 😂

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