PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Her favourite flower was roses. Various mediums depicted Dorothy’s unapologetic floral partiality. Printed fabrics of light and dark hues dressed her windows and tables and crocheted patterns draped over her armchairs in stern solidarity.
A ceramic, gold-tipped single rose pendant dangled at her throat.
Another strange and eccentric old woman to the outside world. She knew what people said about her.
Her mother was named, Rose. Died giving birth to Dorothy. Years later, her daughter had been Rose too. She remembered the tiny coffin that took all the love Dorothy knew to its equally tiny grave.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Write a story in 100 words or less. Submit yours by clicking the frog icon and read other’s flash fiction.
11 thoughts on “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”
An interesting exploration of the taut roots of obsession
A sorrowful story indeed.
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A lethal charm.
It seems appropriate to love roses 🌹 because of her sad 😞 connections. Touching story, Fatima. Nicely woven story.
Looking beyond people’s eccentricities can be eye-opening. That woman had good cause for what she did, and she honours her loved-ones as best as she can.
That was sad among the lovely imagery.
i’d like to think roses reminds her of the beautiful memories of those that she lost. but somehow i hope she’d learn to move on.
Clever interweaving of the theme and a touching story. Nice one.
Such a touching story. Lovely use of the prompt.
A sad and touching story, Fatima. If anyone took the time to look closer, they would see why she was eccentric for roses. We seldom do look closer, unfortunately. Nicely done!