Thursday, June 08, 2017

Passionflower

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter

I hesitate, my hand on the doorknob, summoning up courage.  Ten years of neglect have left our holiday home dilapidated and disused.

I am back for the first time since you left.

The day when I built you a garden bed, with an herbaceous border, purple delphiniums, white perennial phloxes and the lemon yellow Anthemis.  You stood there with the sunshine reflecting off your locks and the fragrance of the Jasmine in the room.

This was our paradise, how was I to know that you wanted out?

I see the Passionflower bloom outside. I knew I had fed it well.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100

Here we go, another week of the Friday Fictioneer prompt is here.  I foresee a few bodies scattered around this time, but all done with the help of some wonderful writing and all in good taste ;-)

To read the other stories this week click here.  


24 comments :

  1. Poignant. I'm assuming (perhaps wrongly) that the feed for the passionflower wasn't human blood since we're told they left

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    1. Thanks for your comments Neil. I've left it a bit open ended, it is indeed the end of a relationship but who knows what might have happened.

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  2. Who knew indeed?

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    1. Only the writer but he ain't tellin...

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  3. Sad but beautifully written.

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    1. Thank you I am glad you liked it.

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  4. Dear Subroto,

    Picturesque and poignant. Nicely done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle I am glad you liked it.

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  5. Quite sad, one partner so happy, not realising that the other wanted to leave.

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    1. Some relationships are like that. Thanks for reading and commenting Alistair.

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  6. Nice double edged take. Perfect for a flash.

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    1. Works both ways. Thanks for your comments YS.

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  7. There's an elegant touch of a deeper sadness or--maybe--evil here.

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    1. I leave that to the reader's imagination. Thank you for reading and commenting Linda.

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  8. There is something called a flower language... I think you pictured it well.

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    1. I am a budding writer after all. Thanks for your comments Björn.

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  9. i have a feeling a crime of passion was committed in this story. well done.

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    1. It may have been indeed. Thanks for your comments Plaridel.

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  10. I agree with Plaridel. I think she fertilised the passion flower. She may have left, but that can be interpreted how you wish!

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    1. You may be right there Clare. Thank you for reading and commenting.

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  11. Wonderful story .
    Moon
    https://aslifehappens60.wordpress.com

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    1. Thanks Moon, I am glad you liked it.

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  12. How sad. After all he'd done she walked away. Great description and writing, Subroto. ---- Suzanne

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