At the Horticultural Show (Flash Fiction)

“And first prize for most interesting plant goes to Louise Ludgeon of Holton Avenue for her remarkable Telegraph Vine”, said Mr Chumley, a judge at the annual East Trundlewell Horticultural Show holding up a large
gold plated trophy shaped like a turnip.

But then, all of a sudden, one of his co-judges, Mrs Bickerstone, the village librarian, whispered something in his ear.

“Err..um”, he said, “Well, apparently Louise Ludgeon seems to have mysteriously disappeared, so first prize for the most interesting plant will now go to our runner up, Mr Percy Pemberton, for his amazing enormous tomato, step forward Percy and claim your prize”.

Once again, however, Mr Chumley’s co-judge whispered something in his ear.

“Oh.. that is odd”, he replied before turning back towards the crowd of onlookers infront of his trestle table, “It seems that Percy Pemberton has also, rather mysteriously, disappeared and so, because there’s only one person left in the competition, I suppose that first prize will have to go to Reginald Runkin and his giant, man-eating venus fly-trap, Boris”.