Alone — a jardiniere without its aspidistra.
Herbert had not been the best catch in the pond, but he had left her.
She should have ended it instead.
She had brain and looks.
Great figure — Herbert had paid for the boob job though.
Wonderful hair — thank you Herbert for the hair extensions.
Shoes and dresses — on Herbert’s credit card.
No time to sulk.
She applied the makeup carefully.
Smiling she still looked like twentytwo. Genes and botox in perfect symbiosis.
Time to plant another bulb. Maybe this time she would find someone who would bloom.
Seeing the title on Sarah Ann’s picture I googled around and found that these pots are probably from Burmantofts pottery, and are pots to be used for the ever popular Apidestra of Victorian homes. A pot without its plant sounds incomplete to me….
Friday Fictioneers is led by Rochelle who give us the prompt. We write stories in 100 words and hopefully they are all very different.
November 1, 2017