Roses
Posted at ff_friday for challenge fifty-one. About Book.
He remembers the flowers most of all.
The roses in her garden. Hazy summer days, bees and cold lemonade. His mother would set a table out under the big tree and play Mahjong with his aunts almost every day. He would sit close by and read about adventurers and lost treasure; dream of being a hero in a far away place.
The daisies in her hair. A long-awaited free afternoon, a packed lunch for two and his sweetheart. There was wine and fruit and laughter and love. Her name eludes him now, after all these years. Instead he remembers her dismay when her woven fairy crown came undone. And how he distracted her.
The lilies on her grave. A cold morning, murmured sympathies and a child's headstone.
Wild jungle orchids. Bright colors and shapes no artist could ever dream. His first mission. Almost his last.
Many years later he was confronted with a tangled mess of a garden and the abbot's permission to save or destroy as he felt necessary. What power these fragile hands wield, and how graceful do they nurture His every creation.
He brought the roses back first.
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He remembers the flowers most of all.
The roses in her garden. Hazy summer days, bees and cold lemonade. His mother would set a table out under the big tree and play Mahjong with his aunts almost every day. He would sit close by and read about adventurers and lost treasure; dream of being a hero in a far away place.
The daisies in her hair. A long-awaited free afternoon, a packed lunch for two and his sweetheart. There was wine and fruit and laughter and love. Her name eludes him now, after all these years. Instead he remembers her dismay when her woven fairy crown came undone. And how he distracted her.
The lilies on her grave. A cold morning, murmured sympathies and a child's headstone.
Wild jungle orchids. Bright colors and shapes no artist could ever dream. His first mission. Almost his last.
Many years later he was confronted with a tangled mess of a garden and the abbot's permission to save or destroy as he felt necessary. What power these fragile hands wield, and how graceful do they nurture His every creation.
He brought the roses back first.
Link to entry.