Dried flowers

Copyright — Janet Webb

Here we are, gathered this week in a small virtual cafe across the street from an old, empty house with a neglected flower garden. We’re here to discuss our original stories for Friday Fictioneers. Our talented and gracious hostess for this gathering is author and artist Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The weekly challenge for this group is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt was supplied by Janet Webb. Thanks Janet.

I didn’t get to read all last week’s stories I intended to and am later than usual with my story this week. I had a problem with both my cable and pen drive providers. I found myself without internet access for about two days.

The link for all other stories is as follows:

Genre:  Realistic Fiction

Word Count:  100 Words


Betty Miller worked for Mom and Mom’s parents for years. Now she works for my husband and me. After Mom died, I asked her to help me clean the attic.

There, in a dusty corner, we found dried flowers and a box of letters with a newspaper clipping, a yellowed obit of a soldier killed in the Vietnam War.

“The flowers and letters were from Will Blakely, your Mom’s first boyfriend,” Betty told me. They were to be married when he got back from Vietnam. He was to return in two weeks. When he did, it was in a coffin.


21 thoughts on “KEEPSAKES

  1. What an excellent way to convey a story.. to me I immediately start to think in a whatif .. the narrator must have mixed feelings.. both the sadness, but of course also that a young man’s death is the reason for their own existence… hmm has to be a hard one to comprehend.


  2. A story much repeated in another generation! I have a good friend, about 14 years older than me who had this very thing happen… she is happily married for many years now, but still mentions her first love. Beautifully done, Susan.


  3. Dear Susan,
    A tale that happened far too often. The wife of my former boss is the orphan of a soldier killed in Vietnam. She still remembers the day they heard the news. My father dodged the grenade, quite literally, when his orders were mixed up and the army sent him to the DMZ in Korea instead of to Vietnam. So he came home to marry Mom.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail


  4. Over and over this happened and happens now. I’m glad she didn’t discard such an important part of her life. Heartbreaking.
    I have saved my first husband’s letters from Viet Nam. He saved mine. I have them all now in a shoe box tied with a bow.


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