Fresh Flowers

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“What’s wrong, Dad?” Abby asked.

“Your mother put fresh flowers on the table every morning for 60 years.”

“This is for the best.  We have plenty of room.  No worries.”

“I know.  This house is just so full of her.  I can imagine her going to the garden and selecting exactly the right flowers for the day’s mood.”

“The truck will be here in a second.”

“I feel like I’m leaving her.  And part of me with her.”

“I know.”

Abby stopped and stared.  Nobody had been in or out, yet a vase of fresh flowers graced the kitchen table.

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Word count = 100

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36 thoughts on “Fresh Flowers

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  2. Dale

    I so feel this.
    One of the reasons I want to move from here is the house is full of Mick. That and it’s a bloody big house to clean and I hate housecleaning!!

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      I’m sure there are so many memories that “ghosts” lay around every corner. And I understand the house cleaning part – I have a huge house and hate cleaning it… OK, I hate cleaning the small cottage we have too, but… ;)

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    1. trentpmcd Post author

      I’m not sure, but I think they are more of a “please stay”. Dad said Abby’s mother always picked the right flowers to fit the mood, so perhaps he could tell the meaning by what flowers were chosen.

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      1. Lynn Love

        That’s heartbreaking, though. Speaking as someone who has an elderly relative who REALLY needs to leave their current house as it’s absolutely unsuitable for their needs now, this is such a tricky situation. I hope His late wife can forgive him

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