“You know, I don’t think the flower bed is in danger from crows, Lindsey.” Kurt stood with his six-year-old daughter admiring their handiwork.
“I know that, Daddy. I just thought the flowers could use some company when we’re not around.” She stood, hands on hips, pride written all over her face.
“Well, you sure made good use of those old clothes we were going to donate to the thrift store.”
When she didn’t answer, he looked down and saw tears in her eyes. Kneeling, he put his arms around her and Lindsey held onto him tightly. “I know you miss her.”
“Why did Grandma have to die?”
“That’s why you wanted to make this, didn’t you? So we wouldn’t give away her clothes.”
“I miss her.”
“It’s okay. I miss her, too. We’ll keep anything of hers you want. I promise.”
I wrote this for the August 19th edition of Sunday Photo Fiction. The idea is to use the image above as a prompt for crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 200 words long. My word count is 141. I know. I usually push the word count to the limit, but I didn’t need so many this time around.
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