By Daisy Bishop
The flowers arrived. A sensational arrangement of all her favourites; perfumed roses, delicate freesias, sky-blue cornflowers, striking irises, and sun-bright yellow tulips, interwoven with a background of statice and subtle greenery. The perfect anniversary gift.
She knew every flower name, in English and Latin. This used to stir mild annoyance in him as she’d reel them off in garden centres, at friends’ places, and whenever there were flowers on TV. He wouldn’t feign interest now.
He read the note attached. His name only.
Later, alone at her graveside, he wished he’d bought these for her, just once, when she was here.
Nice story about regretting something after someone’s death. This will resonate with alot of people.
Beautiful and sad. We’ll done!
Poignant.
A thoughtful read.
I did wonder at this sentence “He read the note attached. His name only.” whether “His” referred to a lover rather than the grieving husband. Either way, the husband should have taken better care of her – carpe diem!
Beautiful Angie. Makes you think about whether we show our loved ones that we care and not take them for granted.
very well done!