Crocuses, tulips, lilacs, periwinkle: Crystal loved them all. They made their appearance in her garden in April, heralding the riot of color to come.
Elizabeth gathered a selection of each into a beautiful bouquet, though Crystal would not approve of cutting them. She laid them tenderly on her mother’s casket.
This story was originally written as a response to a Friday Fix prompt: in April. Please leave a comment. I love interacting with my readers!
Loved it. Fact: evocative language doth brush and swell the human beating heart. 👏🏻
Beautiful flowers, sad story.