
ONE CANNOT HOLD ON TO THE PAST
The frost had hit at least a week ago, so I was surprised as I walked the backyard to find so many rose buds adorning the straggled bushes.
Retrieving the trimmers, I carefully clipped eleven unopened, long-stemmed, crimson beauties, and placed them in a crystal vase. I even remembered Mother’s resurrection ‘aspirin’.
The splendor of the roses radiated a majesticness over my western ham and baked macaroni and cheese. Supper was exquisite.
Awakening, and anticipating a breakfast of sausage, pancakes, and roses… I faced disappointment.
Blackened and drooping buds… Darkened, molten leaves… One cannot hold on to the past.
Written for THE CARROT RANCH FLASH FICTION CHALLENGE. Requirements: November 3, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a frozen story. Is the weather the source of freezing or is a character frozen by emotion or lack of it? It can also be a moment frozen in time. What does it reveal?
So true. Beauty vanishes quickest in roses.
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Some things grow more beautiful with age, but roses are not one of them. I liked your flash fiction, Roger…
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Thanks for the read!
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Though one may want to freeze a perfect moment, eventually everything withers and dies.
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“Love” never freezes well. The thaw has never been a good experience?
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Such a beautiful moment to be savored once, but we seek it for much longer. I like the hints of the character’s life seen between the lines.
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Thanks so much for the many reads!
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A happy surprise giving hope, then struck by disappointment. I hadn’t heard of the aspirin remedy. Sorry it didn’t work this time.
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Thank You.
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