Journal Prompt

Prompt #229 Use the following sentence as the opening line of a short story: The flowers died on Monday.

The flowers died on Monday.

They were the last thing that I have to remember you by. The memory of you slowly started to fade with each peddle drying.

I should have done more to preserve them, to take care of them- to keep your memory alive.

Whenever I let go a piece of you, they seemed to let go a bit too.

Maybe I need to take a note from the flowers, I need to let go of you.

Why should I hold onto something that is not good for me. Something that does not want me shouldn't be something that I am holding onto.

I think I like the idea of you more than I actually liked you. The way that I imagined us to be. The way that you made me think of myself.

maybe that was your purpose- like a flower, to look at and to be in my life for this reason. To remind myself that just because something is beautiful it doesn't mean that it will last.

I have been fooled by flowers before, but once you pluck them from their roots, they tend to wilt. No one wants to be taken away from a part of themselves- what is helping them grow and heal.

I used to think I was a flower too, wanting someone to pick me. Now I know I am stronger than that. I am a tree in the forest. I am sturdy alone as I stand. I do not need someone to uproot me, I am a home for things. I give safety and shelter to those around me. Fungi and plants grow around me. I am the world- I have so much to offer those around me. No lumberjack can knock me down.

The flowers died on Monday. I am not sad that they are gone. I am ready to throw them away and to find a plant for my home. I will continue to be my tree, housing those around me who need my support.

No more flowers to disappoint me by dying. The flowers died on Monday and they will never return.