Flowers on the Windowsill

Alejandro said, “I will return.  Leave flowers on your windowsill.” 

Sofia danced to the florist where her childhood friend stood behind the counter.  “Hola, Matteo!  I need a rose.  He said he will return!”

Matteo nodded.  “But, if he doesn’t…” 

A year dragged by. “Matteo, the roses die too quickly.  I’ll buy flowering plants instead. He will return.”

Fondly, Matteo said, “If he doesn’t…”

Years passed.  Buying a pot of succulents, Sofia sighed, “Matteo, these won’t die before he returns.”

“If he doesn’t…” Matteo began.  Sofia’s eyes filled.  Her arthritic hands gripped the pot.  He hesitated.  “…I will be here.”

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This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story.  This week, Rochelle used one of my photos.  How fun!

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