Nov 15, 2015 Friday Fictioneers, Original Flash Fiction

Where Have All the Flowers Gone?

© November 15th, 2015

By Vijaya Sundaram

Genre: Realistic Fantasy Death-Fiction

Word Count:  100 words of text exactly

So much sorrow in the world, so much war, so many dead!  All that waste, all those fathers gone, those flowers with their heads in the dust make me thirst for life.

I sit day after day in this cemetery, not because I love death, but because I mourn life.  I tend to the graves of those whose families have forgotten them.  That woman and her child over there come every day.  They are beautiful, enshrouded in mystery.

The woman looks up, sees me, pales.

I try to send reassurance her way.  My scythe gleams.

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With thanks, as always, to our Fairy Blog-Mother, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, for being a lovely host to all of us who write as Friday Fictioneers, and to J. Hardy Carroll for that touching photograph.
I type this at my brother’s home in New Delhi, India.  I’ll be leaving to go back to Pune, India, where my mother lives, to spend the rest of the following week there.  Back in the US on the 23rd.  Missing you all.  Sorry about not being able to comment much — Internet connectivity is an issue.

Tags: #Death, #Life, #Peace, 100-word original short story based on a photo prompt, War, Where have all the flowers gone?