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Roses — flash fiction

So this is in response to a flash fiction challenge prompt by Charli at Carrot Ranch Communications. The challenge was to stay at 99 words and involve the theme of “nurturing”.


Stooped in the garden, mulching the fourth rose bush, an elderly woman appears outside my wrought iron fence. “Excuse me,” she says. “May I have a rose?” Looking up, I tell her absolutely and cut several red blooms, shearing off the thorns then handing them to her. “My father planted those,” she attests, “after he built this place in 1918.” She clutches the roses close to her nose, inhaling and then shuffles out of sight. Her daughter arrives, breathless having just run around the corner. “Mom, wait,” she yells. “You found the house?” Still kneeling, I offer another rose.

Updated: April 17, 2015 — 12:10 pm


  1. Oh, wonderful. Such a feeling of happiness from this.


      I am glad it brought you some small bit of joy.

  2. What a touching gesture of the current home-owner! It can be an overwhelming experience to find an older house from childhood — so many memories. To find the house and roses in good care must have been a blessing. Thank you for this beautiful contribution!


      Thanks again for the challenge. Keep ’em coming.

  3. Your flash reminds me of a time that a woman stopped by our house and told us so many things about it. She’d grown up in our home and was the daughter of the previous owner.
    Great Flash!


      I appreciate your comments and thank you for reading.

  4. I have been the woman the rose was given to. How lovely for both of them to find the house and for the gardener to find who nurtured the roses at the beginning.


      Those roses were my favorite part of that home’s yard.

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