a bouquet


Samantha looked at herself in the mirror. A white dress was simple but elegant. She smiled imagining herself with makeup and hair done. In two weeks, she would be married.

“Your mother would have been proud.” Aunt Katie spoke behind her.

“Uh-huh,” Samantha muttered.

“You know she loved you very much.”

“She loved everyone.” Samantha snarled.

“I wish you would stop that.”

Aunt Katie stared through the mirror. Samantha averted her eyes.

“You think your mother was just a hippie, who sold flowers for a living.”

“She wasn’t even good at business.”

“She gave flowers to those who couldn’t afford.”

“Why did she do that? She barely provided for us.”

“She wanted to brighten other people’s life. She was unselfish, giving.”

“She was selfish. She refused the treatment!”

“She didn’t want to leave you with debt.”

“She could’ve been here for my wedding.”

Samantha collapsed, and tears fell leaving stains on the white dress.

“I know, dear. I know.”


(159 words)

photo prompt by pixabay.com
photo prompt by pixabay.com

For Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers



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