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They planted their garden together. She wanted blue hydrangeas but he wanted purple. Only the soil would determine their colour. They would grow to be purple; he always got his way.

The garden grew rapidly, fertile and abundant. Towering hedges sentinel like protected them from the outside. He liked it this way. He kept her to himself. At first she was flattered.

As the years passed his interest waned. The garden became unruly and wild, suffocating her under its canopy.

Then one day he left.

She’s cleared the garden back. Only the hydrangeas remain. This year their flowers were blue.

This is a flash fiction piece of exactly 100 words

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