Challenge
Tell us a story.
One paragraph. Four sentences, not four lines. A beginning and ending. You fill in the middle. No dialogue. It can be loving, funny, sad, even enlightening. Tag me in the comment section as: @Danceinsilence so that I can read your work. Winner will receive The Flash Fiction Award Certificate ... and as always, I will start this off
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chrysanthemums
he sits on their favorite park bench
(the one facing the pond
because she likes to feed the ducks)
and waits.
the flowers in his hands
(chrysanthemums,
her favorite)
stir anxiously
at the brisk touch
of the winter wind.
he waits like this
everyday
even though he knows
she will never come
again.
waiting
is easier
than grieving.