Tag: flowers
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THE HANGING ROOM
Somewhere in the rural midwestern USA, after the war has ended. ‘Why bomb a barn way out here? They’ve blown the roof right off. ‘Never had a roof. Was meant to be like this.’ ‘Why have a barn with no roof. What was it for?’ ‘Hangings.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah. Could get about ten on each bar.…
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GET WELL SOON
The balloon, much like herself, was sagged and deflated. The flowers had started to curl up and wilt. A lovely gesture when she had started feeling low, their garish, fading colours mocked her now. She looks at the letter once more, just to be sure. She had known it, even when she had smiled at…
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FERTILISATION
The flowers have come up well this year. White and red, her favourite colours. She arrives. I hope to impress. She glances at them, nods a little, makes a note on her clipboard. It’s over in less than ten minutes and she’s gone. All that work. A week later. The results are emailed to the…
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TIME
Too old. Her back was killing her. She straightened up and stretched. This would be the last year. Next summer she would need to get some help in, or let the garden grow wild. Maybe that was the answer. Time to give up trying to control everything. Time to just go with whatever will be,…
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THE LAST BELL TOLLS
A carpet of bluebells heralded the spring, rebirth and growth surrounded them. They lay among the flowers in the sunlight that blazed through the forest canopy, enjoying the intimate closeness of their bodies next to each other. ‘I’ve missed this,’ the girl murmured, her hands roaming across his chest and stomach. ‘Me too,’ the boy…
Iain Kelly 