“The peonies in the yard; they’re sublime,” she said. So we set our roots there on a whim. Our family blossomed, nourished by a mixture of love and hope.
The kids launched themselves down the balustrade and imagined space-walks to the kitchen; in the simple light fixtures astronauts loitered among ‘the brilliant stars.’
Time and complacency starved the delight that sustained our home. I agonize over how luminous cosmic lights simply fade; how a marriage flounders in the undergrowth of enmity.
“When did the peonies vanish?” I said.
“I don’t know.”
She closed the door as I left our house for the last time.
This has been an installment of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge. If you would like to give the challenge a try, start at Rochelle’s Purple Blog and join the fun.
Here’s the concept: A weekly picture is posted, and the writer is challenged to produce one-hundred (more or less) words of some sort of fiction with a complete plot (beginning, middle and end).
Have fun and happy writing!