“She sees the best in everyone,” he said.
“Lucky for you then,” I snapped, coldly.
He flushed. “You couldn’t just be happy for us, I suppose?”
“You’re so right.”
In a shower of rose-petals, silver horseshoes and rice, he and my sister drove away,
He turned out to be the no-hoper I’d always known he’d be, but he made her happy, and he nursed her right to the end.
Today, in the same church-yard, pansies flourish in the grass.
“I’m nothing without her,” he sighs.
“Don’t put yourself down,” I say.
There’ll always be people like me to do that.
It’s lovely to see a bunch of spring flowers on a grey day like today, even if they are nestling inside a less than salubrious vase, so thank you for that Ted Strutz. (And yes, I did use the word ‘flushed’ deliberately.) 🙂 Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, a very talented author/illustrator, who leads a busy, busy life. Thank you Rochelle, for finding the time.