Flash Fiction ~ 300 words.
Lilies for Lilly
When the church lights up at night it looks magnificent from the cemetery. It’s the best time to visit the grave. I try to go as often as possible as missing him has become part of who I am. It’s pointless to keep away.
Staring at the gravestone my body trembles from unspent emotion. Re-arranging the flowers usually keeps me occupied, though it has to be said, he preferred plants.
“Flowers die and drop their petals all over the sideboard. Sad, messy things. Give me a robust rubber plant any-day.” He’d state.
But once he gave me flowers.
We had the most dreadful argument. The door slammed, car brakes screeched and he was gone. I sat in the middle of the floor wailing. Sometimes we just couldn’t get things right. Words and deeds twisted, leaving me desolate.
Sleeping on the sofa I awoke as he returned the following morning, brimming over with apologies and a bunch of lilies in hand. I jumped into his arms and together, with the stems, we hit the floor. My cunt pulled his cock into warm flesh and we fucked, on a bed of flowers, as if it was the first time. The lilies were a mess of scattered petals by the time we’d finished.
But now my heart aches from the pain of being alone. It’s only here that occasionally I get any respite. Tonight I am lucky, there he is kneeling by the grave, the light from the church illuminating his face.
Reaching out I touch him. He responds by buttoning his jacket up to the neck, then he returns to inserting a new bouquet into the vase, mouthing the inscription on the stone –
In loving memory of Lilly Simmons. A loving wife and daughter. Born 1975, died 2004.
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Oh so beautiful and sad…
Thanks for reading Sweet -it is one of my fave flash fiction posts i have written – I didn’t want to put the link in the comments of your blog but u can see why i thought of it when reading your story 😉 x
Stunning writing and such a cleverly-told story.
This is brilliant and I loved the twist ❤️
I agree with Marie – this is a stunning piece of flash fiction. I would use this line: “Reaching out I touch him. He responds by buttoning his jacket up to the neck…” to teach making inferences to my students (a skill they struggle with). It’s a skill to be able to make something erotic out of loss and grief.
Very clever twist, well done 🙂
Oh May this is an awesome piece of writing. I was utterly convinced it was him that had died and so twisting it round at the end was brilliant of you…. and I LOVE this line “My cunt pulled his cock into warm flesh and we fucked,”
Mollyx
wow May, what can I say. This took my breath away, a beautiful piece and a reminder that we never know…
A lovely story and with a little twist, I somehow thought he had died.
My man never buys me flowers either!
xx
Oh May, this is amazing writing. Absolutely stunning! 💙
Rebel xox
Oh, Thanks Marie – so glad you like it 😉 x
Very clever and well written. I read it twice just to fully take it in. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks so much for reading twice – that is such a compliment – many people these days can not spare the time to do that, and just say they “don’t get it”, so i appreciate it x
A very clever story May. Sad and moving. xx
WOW. Amazing!
Well done. A great piece of flash that gave me a bit of the feels
Nicely done May, your twist fooled me again! you sketched the characters deftly and with feeling, this was packed full of the emotion of lost love and grief.
Oh, May, you have done it again. Touched my heart with one of your stories, this time a ghost story.
Thank you Elliot – it came to me last night as I went to bed after an argument with my man – he never buys me flowers 😉
Hmmm… I need to have a talk with him.