The shade… up.
Panes… wide open.
The cool breeze rushed in gently rocking the small Hottentot Figs that five-year-old Susan had lovingly plucked from near the railroad tracks.
We missed Randy… terribly.
He was on deployment four: this time… the place was undisclosed.
This made the waiting harder. The worry more intense.
But each day, without fail, Susan would find a new flower to bring inside. Carefully we researched its name, recorded the day’s date and where our new flower was found. All this would eventually be shared with Susan’s father.
Randy, an avid gardener, was due home leave soon.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Requirements: Using the photo prompt, create a 100 word flash fiction story.