Photo prompt-copyright- Jan Wayne Fields
“I am at Grand Plaza….”
“Get out.... right now…” he almost shouted, knowing well that he would have to violate his oath. He began to pray that, for once, his mission should fail. But he knew that he never failed. They never failed.
“What did you say? Get out? Why?” she loved and trusted him, like a child.
He switched off the phone.
After every success they prayed and celebrated. Even today they would pray and celebrate.
He laid the table. He loved this chore.
But today something hurt, deep inside. He looked out and saw a flower, withering.
A post for Friday Fictioneers one photo prompt
Word count 99