Friday Fictioneers – February 21, 2018 – Photo by Maria Gail
Plucking at Her Heart
“Does he love me? Does he love me not?” Sandy whispered as she ceremonially plucked petals from the flower.
Now that she was in her thirties, it seemed silly to be picking flowers to seek the answers she so desired. Yet, here she was, sitting on her back porch holding the stem of a once beautiful rose. A rose that was given to her by her husband. She stared at the stem wondering if it understood the complexities of marriage. With a big sigh, she put the stem next to the others that lay on top of an apology letter.(100 words)