Forget-me-not.
He didn't think he would remember.
Time hazed any sweet significant memories of his past self. Selfishness, indifference, and a myriad of the seven deadly sins crawled in his head and haunted his every thought.
Pulling away the dead weeds, he read, "Kathy." It was a tiny, insignificant gravestone among the more ornate headstones in a mostly barren field. Given by the village as charity for the wee one who had gone too soon.
Reaching into his duster pocket, he pulled out a seed packet and bent down to dig in the packed soil.
Forget-me-nots are the flowers of remembrance.
Time hazed any sweet significant memories of his past self. Selfishness, indifference, and a myriad of the seven deadly sins crawled in his head and haunted his every thought.
Pulling away the dead weeds, he read, "Kathy." It was a tiny, insignificant gravestone among the more ornate headstones in a mostly barren field. Given by the village as charity for the wee one who had gone too soon.
Reaching into his duster pocket, he pulled out a seed packet and bent down to dig in the packed soil.
Forget-me-nots are the flowers of remembrance.