Edna smiled in appreciation for her birthday flowers. Flowers that she could not kill. She had hinted over the years, that she did not want potted flowers. She had never had a green thumb, and her failure to keep them alive was defeating for her. A gift of cut flowers was no better since they quickly died without her intervention!
Glass roses – perfect. Colors represented the months in which each was born. Three random months, February, April, and November. Three born in January during the war years. Their friends teased them – three births nine months after Howard’s furloughs. So predictable!
Rochelle’s 100 word picture prompt.
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields