Epicharikaky – Friday Fictioneers


Hey grass! Ever felt jealous of the tree towering over your insignificance? Felt hopelessly despondent that you couldn’t do anything about it? You have? Perfect! Now you know how I feel. It’s very easy to get trampled on, right? Oh well, at least I can drink my sorrows away.

Hey grass, it’s me again. Did you feel delighted when the magnificent tree was chopped down to pieces? You did? Of course, you did. I do too.

Well, I’m off to offer her my condolences for her husband’s death.

I’ll have a little celebratory drink later – for the both of us.

Written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff – Fields, who has also provided the picture prompt this week. Do read, like, comment and share the entries for this week’s challenge from here.

Word Count: 100


48 thoughts on “Epicharikaky – Friday Fictioneers

  1. This guy is definitely a serial killer in the making and very well put together. I’ve never thought of the grass being jealous of the tall, grandiose tree in the park and you brought that out so well. I go with the view that he killed the woman’s husband. I think this man had a sibling who was perfect and a real high achiever and he lived in their shadow.
    xx Rowena


  2. Well *I* learned a new word. Funny, in the past few months I also became aware of this word: schadenfreude, which means about the same thing, I think. I’ve also become aware that there are more than a few people who seem to exhibit those traits. Good story.

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    1. It’s the Greek equivalent of Schadenfreude. BTW, there is no direct equivalent for the word in English. But you are right, most of us do exhibit this. In fact, all of us do. How many of us atleast stifle a laugh before helping a person who had just taken a tumble? Thanks for the comment, Sascha

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  3. Voice was great but I couldn’t work out who the narrator was, whether he was human or a bush or perhaps a worm. I saw the widow as the widow of the fallen tree or perhaps in the process of the felling the feller had been killed and he was off to see his wife.
    Having reread it is now clear that he felt insignificant to the dead husband and desired the wife but was unnoticed. A bitter and twisted man.
    Despite my initial questions I loved the piece mainly because of the voice.

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    1. Thanks for the comment, Irene. Often, it becomes very difficult to give a clear picture within 100 words and that makes the reader interpret the way they want to. Quite few thought that the narrator actually had a hand in the husband’s demise. But this is what that makes flash fiction fun, right?

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  4. I am a word richer after googling your story’s title. Thanks.🙂
    I am wondering about the kind of relationship between him and the lady who has just lost her husband.
    The celebratory drink shouts ominous, for sure.
    Great story, Varad.

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