It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our very talented fairy blog mother. I thank her for her dedication and leadership of this group. Thanks also to The Reclining Gentleman for the this week’s beautiful photo, just in time for Valentine’s day.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing group, challenged write a 100-word story based on a photo prompt. If you’re interested in joining in, here are instructions. All are welcome.
Genre: Realistic Fiction (100 words)
The dust never settled in Rhea’s house. Only the broken remained, intact and unpatched. The faucet still dripped its feeble presence.
The door creaked with Janie’s entrance.
“Here. It was grandpa’s favorite color.” Janie offered a bouquet of yellow daffodils, picked fresh from the neighbor’s garden.
It didn’t matter then. “Why would it matter now?”
Janie shrugged and skipped away, leaving the splayed flowers behind.
After washing a vase, Rhea posed the stems in a vase where they exceeded their expected stay.
Every time she wanted to throw them out, she sniffed the bright petals. “Maybe I never knew him.”
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