Friday Fictioneers: ‘The Daughter Flower’

10 Feb

It is Friday Fictioneer time again!  The challenge is to write a one hundred word story in response to a photo prompt.  Details, including the prompt, can be found on Rochelle’s blog.  The photo prompt this week clearly features a daffodil.  However, for the purposes of my narrative (see below), I have creatively re-imagined this daffodil as a sunflower.

The Daughter Flower

“Time to visit the family,” mum informs me.

We begin with Great-Gran.  Mum fusses, murmuring pleasantries that the old woman cannot hear.

Next is Great-Grandpa, Nana, and Pop.  Each receives a greeting.  She animatedly shares snippets of family scandals, leaving gaps in the conversation for the relatives to respond.

My sad smile stretches across silences.

Before leaving we visit David: her son, my brother.

It is my first time.

His grave is marked by a sunflower, now taller than him.

Beside the son-flower, sits a smaller, pinker specimen.  An unusual choice.

“A daughter flower,” whispers mum, answering my unasked question.

 

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14 Responses to “Friday Fictioneers: ‘The Daughter Flower’”

  1. oldentimes February 10, 2016 at 11:02 pm #

    Very nicely done.

  2. FabricatingFiction February 10, 2016 at 11:07 pm #

    Oh how sad!

  3. Dreamer of Dreams February 11, 2016 at 1:07 am #

    What a sad visit! And yet, those beautiful flowers to mark those graves! Very uplifting, in an oblique way.
    A moving narrative of loss!

  4. Sandra February 11, 2016 at 1:33 am #

    Lovely story.

  5. Michael Humphris February 11, 2016 at 6:25 am #

    There are such hard times for some people, your story illustrates this so well.

  6. patrickprinsloo February 11, 2016 at 7:26 am #

    A gentle build up to a tender ending.

  7. gahlearner February 12, 2016 at 12:19 am #

    This is such a lively introduction to a sad and intriguing ending.

  8. Dale February 12, 2016 at 2:33 am #

    Such a tenderly beautiful story

  9. Siobhan McNamara February 12, 2016 at 6:29 am #

    Tender and beautifully told. I really liked the way Mum could chat to all the other relatives quite freely but could only whisper about the small daughter-flower

    • mscwhyte February 12, 2016 at 7:31 pm #

      I think it speaks to the acceptance of death as something experienced by people who have lived a long time, and the difficulties we have when the person who died did so before she really had a chance to exist in the world.

  10. Snow's Fissures and Fractures February 13, 2016 at 12:37 am #

    Oh my, who knew those lovely spring flowers would inspire so many sad stories. This one really touched me, especially the realization in the end. Great story, indeed.

  11. lingeringvisions by Dawn February 16, 2016 at 7:30 am #

    I cannot imagine losing one child, let alone two!

  12. joseph elon lillie February 16, 2016 at 11:27 pm #

    Beautiful story. Am I to gather from the daughter flower that David had a twin sister?

    • mscwhyte February 26, 2016 at 5:23 pm #

      I’m not sure if it was a twin… more like a sibling.

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