Another week and another intriguing flash fiction prompt in the entertainment that is Friday(ish) Fictioneers. You too can join in this fun activity if you check out the rules on our esteemed host Rochelle’s blog. And so without further ado, here is the inspirational picture, from Lora Mitchell. My story follows, and then you will find the linky critter who looks after all the week’s stories so uncomplainingly. Click on him to view this week’s other offerings.
“What’s with the pot plant, Dan?”
“It’s for my mother, when I see her tomorrow.”
“Are you sure about lilies? Aren’t they for funerals?”
“Well, how would I know that? Don’t be mean to me Rach. I just wanted something to give her.”
“Did you know it was snowing like this the day I was born?”
“Thirty years ago tomorrow. Your mother should be giving you a gift, though. She’s missed twenty-nine birthdays already.”
“All I want is for her to look me in the eye and tell me one good reason why she gave me up.”