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
December 4, 2014 at 12:32 pm
Beautiful !
It reminded me of a couple “planting” the first child…. Boy or girl….. Teen years and on to adulthood! Great great post!
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December 4, 2014 at 12:33 pm
Thanks for your kind comments. It’s a simple tale, but I’m glad you looked deeply into it. 😉
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December 4, 2014 at 1:16 pm
This is lovely! I feel like this is a pretty sad piece. A couple who start their life together strong, but then slowly crumble and fall apart.
I’m very jealous of your ability to make a point with such short piece.
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December 4, 2014 at 1:23 pm
Thanks for your lovely feedback. It is a sad piece but I guess she got her colour flowers in the end! 😉
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December 4, 2014 at 1:21 pm
Reblogged this on My Journey and commented:
Writing goal: To write flash-fiction as beautiful and as touching as this one. I envy Beyond the picket fence’s skill in making a point with only a hundred words.
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December 4, 2014 at 9:55 pm
Dear BTPF,
Before our esteemed and ‘polite beyond all reasonable expectations’ host calls you on it, let me say that one of the touchstones of Friday Fictioneers is that we all use the same photo prompt for our stories. You could have used the supplied prompt for your really excellent story and then added your pretty photo of the hydrangeas at the end and the effect would have been perfect. Something to consider.
Also, a tradition of sorts, is the phrase, ‘Welcome to the party, pal.’ shouted by Bruce Willis from high atop the Nakatomi Towers building to all newcomers. So, welcome to the party, pal. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Aloha,
Doug
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December 4, 2014 at 10:01 pm
Oh! I am so out of my depth on this. I would love to submit this to Friday Fictioneers and very happy to join you all. I will add the photo and tag the piece, glad it’s not quite Friday yet. I have much to learn and appreciate the advice. 🙂
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December 4, 2014 at 9:58 pm
Dear Beyond,
Welcome to Friday Fictioneers with your beautiful story. I loved your use of color and the garden as metaphors. Personally, I’m rather fond of purple. 😉
As for the photo, Doug shared my thoughts eloquently.
shalom,
Rochelle
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December 4, 2014 at 10:03 pm
Thank you, I am really looking forward to being included in your group. I’m working out this blogging scenario, albeit slowly! I’ll tag and add the prompt. I loved the theme, it really spoke to me. 🙂
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December 4, 2014 at 10:08 pm
No worries. As I said, the story goes well with the prompt. Let me know if I can help you in any way. As for being included in the group. I’ll use the words of Fagin in Oliver Twist, “Consider yourself one of us. Consider yourself one of the family.”
Shalom,
Rochelle
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December 5, 2014 at 1:07 am
A touching story and a thoughtful take on the prompt. Long may her blue hydrangeas see the sun in her new and improved garden!
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December 9, 2014 at 4:50 am
A beautiful touching scene, lovely, thank you for sharing.
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December 6, 2014 at 9:22 pm
Ah.. This I love the double meaning of blue.. And domineering is never a good way to build a relationship.. A sense of relief when she can open up to the world really.
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December 6, 2014 at 11:03 pm
Thanks. I’m pleased you sensed some hope. On reflection perhaps the new flowers could have been white.
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December 6, 2014 at 11:50 pm
The “real” story is very well sandwiched between the words you wrote. Kudos. I’m ever so glad the flowers turned blue,
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December 7, 2014 at 12:21 pm
Thankyou 🙂
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December 9, 2014 at 4:52 am
A beautiful evocative scene, lovely, thank you for sharing.
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