Short Fiction

Dead Girl’s Orchid

Planting day. The pods were prepped for their seeding. The village coroner delivered them to the farmer. The coroner, a small middle-aged man, spoke again of his daughter needing a husband as Philip checked them. Philip only nodded shyly, knowing that the coroner’s daughter had no interest in him. It was okay though. He was used to his quiet life, living alone after his parents died several years ago when he was eighteen.