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And next year? (Friday Fictioneers)

February 21, 2019

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

He knew I was allergic to flowers.

Each year a new one arrived. I kept them in a vase near the window. Awful things to dust as they trapped everything that came in contact with them.

A little like me I guess.


I never saw who delivered them. They appeared on my front porch seemingly out of thin air. Different colours, different sizes. All roses. Why me? I am lost.


This year they stopped.


I should have been happy.

I am left with too many questions.

Questions that have no answers.


They are still in the vase by my window.




This is a Friday Fictioneers prompt

Word Count: 100


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  1. An unresolved mystery, a good read. Perhaps he found someone else?

  2. I loved ” they trapped everything that came in contact with them.A little like me I guess”. And I like that you, like me, saw a mystery gift in the prompt

  3. gahlearner permalink

    Oh, mysterious. Maybe the secret admirer died. Or it’s the end of the narrator now… hah. Great read with so many possibilities.

    • See that’s why I hate questions with no answer. You could go mad with not knowing! Thanks for reading 😊

  4. A mystery that will never be solved, perhaps she should have tried harder instead of taking them for granted each year.

  5. Dear Laurie,

    Mysterious for sure. Too bad she never knew who sent them. Nicely done.



  6. Perhaps one day in the future she’ll find out, albeit too late.

    Click to read my FriFic tale!

  7. A mysterious admirer, it would have driven me mad not knowing. Maybe the person sending the flowers knew it would drive her crazy? Too many questions with no answers indeed! =)

  8. I love a story that raises unanswered questions!

  9. Anything that changes would raise concerns… what will come next … the head of a horse?

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