Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I always appreciate anyone who takes the time to leave me a comment. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. I know that I haven’t posted much this week. I probably won’t post much this month, I have a lot going on. I will make sure to post a new haiku every Monday though.
The birds gathered to watch. They were our only support and they were as quiet as the vases of flowers that lined the window sill. I should have felt thankful for the flowers. They made Momma happy in her last month of life.
Momma told me over and over that sitting amongst flowers was a preview of heaven. “Why would God create so many plants for earth and have none in heaven?” she would often argue.
As I carried the last box of her belongings to the car, I looked skyward and whispered, “Pick a bouquet for me, Momma.”