Sleepy-eyed and slightly bummed about
my first Valentine’s Day alone,
I walked into the kitchen
to pour a cup of coffee.
In a beam of sunlight
on the kitchen table
With a note.
“I love you, Mom.”
The best Valentine’s Day ever.
words blared from the radio
Another school shooting . . .
. . .Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School
A week ago, a lifetime ago
this rose was ready to bloom.
I wanted to keep it forever.
But all the petals are gone.
It’s hard to believe that a week ago, in the morning hours before an afternoon of horror, I wrote a story about a blossoming high school love.
How quickly things can change. How terribly things can change.
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt.
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Thank you for the photo prompt, Marie Gale Stratford. It made me think of many stories, but this one was prominent in my mind.