Sheltering hope

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson


Janna had often thought of Uzair over the years and the memories always offered her some joy through the sadness. The memory she favoured the most was not their wedding day, or the day they bought their first home.

It was when they were both much younger, their first real interaction after fleeting glances. He had presented her with a marigold plucked from the gardens.

So when the package arrived on her doorstep, sheltering a single marigold, she went numb. Then an impossible realisation pierced through the confusion, radiating through her in an instant, her heart pounding. He was alive.

100 words


Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle, where the challenge is to write an entire story in 100 words or less.

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