‘Do you know that Phalaenopsis just keeps blooming’.
‘Like us… ’ she had smiled.
Leyla is standing by the window. All is grey, sleet covering the streets. Clouds. The orchid’s still blooming, but Jimmy’s gone.
‘We wilted first…’ she sighs.
Opening the window she ponders height. Will it be painful? Will he know that she has left? Or how she left?
Her tears have dried, but when she grabs the flowerpot she senses its life.
She will put an end to life.
She hurls the uprooted flower through the open window,takes her suitcase. Leaves. This place. This town. This life.
Today it’s time for Friday Fictioneers, and the prompt came to me instantly as I saw the suicidal possibility in the picture. But I decided to end in a more uplifting mood. I have been quite busy lately, but it’s great to write to the prompt again after one absence.
Friday Fictioneers is a wonderful blogging community lead by Rochelle who brings us a new picture (almost) every week.
February 1, 2017