I had known Mr. Flower since I was a little girl. During school summer vacation, I would go to Mr. Flower’s shop and stay there the entire day as he taught me everything I wished to know about flowers from planting its seeds to watering to pruning. He even taught me the scientific names of different flowers. I grew ever more curious the longer I stayed in his shop and all of the sudden, my dream of being a botanist sprouted. I wanted to be surrounded with green life and be a part of the strange and fascinating world of plants.
However, one morning, the summer before I was to attend high school, I stepped into Mr. Flower’s shop and discovered it empty. I turned and ran onto the street. “What happened? Where’s Mr. Flower?”
Mrs. Young was the one who answered, “Mr. Flower isn’t well. It’s time for him to be with his family.” She didn’t need to say more. I knew what she had meant. Mr. Flower had gone to be with God.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.