
All That Stays…
It was as bad as can be. We could barely escape. Our lives were saved but all else was ravaged by the tornado. A house full of furniture, wardrobes full of little luxuries, a garage full of good-for-nothing goodies, a kitchen…
Returning after years, the junkyard looked eerily familiar. With tearful eyes I gazed around. Hang on!! Aren’t these the flowers dad gave to me on my 18th birthday? A year before the storm?
“They will stay on forever” was his logic behind buying synthetic pansies. And they did.
Happiness has a way of staying if it has to. In weird forms. At weird places.
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That was my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Ted Strutz.
Tidbit: The flowers in the errr…commode look like pansies, don’t they?
Pansies are symbolic of remembrance, fond memories, love, thoughtfulness.
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