Thursday, 15 January 2015

Withering Flower

                                                                               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.
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A post for Friday Fictioneers one photo prompt

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12 comments:

  1. Sandra Crook15 January 2015 at 16:41

    A topical take on the prompt. Not much fun when they're on the receiving end, is it? Well done.

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  2. i b arora15 January 2015 at 17:27

    thanks Sandra, nice you saw the point

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  3. Anonymous15 January 2015 at 22:35

    All too timely! I hope some of them have that much heart, but I don't know.

    janet

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  4. Rochelle Wisoff-Fields16 January 2015 at 03:41

    Dear IB.

    A sad one. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  5. Marty16 January 2015 at 19:20

    This had enough layers that it prompted a second - and third - read. Well done.

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  6. brudberg17 January 2015 at 02:23

    I think that there are moments when even the most dedicated will hesitate... somehow the last sentence h really made it all the sader.

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  7. Unknown22 January 2015 at 05:50

    http://www.worms4earth.com/images/thumbsup.gif

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