Pre-Ordered?



The doorbell rang. She crawled out of the warm quilt, yanked her hair in a quick ponytail and scrambled for slippers.

Outside, in a glass vase, sat an assortment of colorful flowers. She glanced at the newspaper that lay beside: the 14th of February. She had always dismissed red roses as a cliche and he knew that.

Her head felt heavy and she shut the door tight, buckling down on the floor, against the door.

A mélange of emotions: confusion, disbelief and then the one that dwarfed them all—grief.

Had he pre-ordered them? Will they arrive every year?


Picture Credit: Dale Rogerson

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  1. Well, this is so sad :(

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    1. Thanks for stopping by,Zainab!

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  2. I know someone who did that. a dozen red roses each anniversary day. With a card that says "I may be gone, but my love never leaves." Well done on capturing the essence!

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  3. A very good sense of the persistence of people who leave us, although I'm not sure how I'd feel if my significant other scheduled gifts for me (despite its efficiency)!

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    1. Thanks for the kind words!

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  4. Dear Sara,

    A touching story. Very sad.
    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks for the prompt Rochelle!

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  5. Oh! That's heart-breaking and beautiful at the same time!

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