A symbol of hope, bliss and happiness.
For me that’s my dear wife. For her that’s her sunflowers.
That’s why I call her, my dear sunflower.
Her smiles are as bright as the yellow petals. Her spirit is as radiant as the full blooms. And her beauty has endearingly blossomed as she aged with her beloved plant.
But life isn’t fair.
Her dear sunflowers are now in full bloom again. But my wife can never see them again.
Her sunflowers are flourishing in front of our lawn. While my wife cannot even see the next dawn.
Brushing off the tears, gripping tightly the shears, I have decided…
today’s the day
to bid goodbye
to her sunflowers.
Word count: 115
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In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) January 26,2016.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post
Thank you for introducing me to this lovely challenge, my friend Fun!
It was nice meeting you (virtually) Priceless Joy! 😀
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