“Set something on fire”
I looked at the bouquet. It was a bunch of daisies. Bright yellow centres surrounded by pure white petals. Daisies. If he had been listening at all, he’d know I hated them. Loathed them, even.
Adding insult to injury, he had sent a note with them. It had two words on it. ‘Forgive Me’. It stared at me stupidly, silently calling me a fool.
How dare he?
How could he possibly think that this would work?
Idiot.
Before I could stop myself, I grabbed the box of matches that had been laying still and unused on the mantlepiece. I struck one against the strip on the box. It lit in one go. That almost never happened. The action of lighting the match was clearly fuelled by my anger. I lit one of the petals first, and watched it start to smoke. The flame licked around its partners and slowly reached the core of the flower.
I threw the whole bouquet into the fire place. The note followed soon after. I stared at it, feeling liberated as the words were erased by the charring that spread across the paper.
“Forgive me, my ass.”
Where did you get the story idea? And who asked to be forgiven? I have a lot of questions, it left me wanting more. I love it!
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This one was completely fictional, Loretta! When I read the prompt the first image I had in my head was burning flowers. Once I had that, the story sort of materialized.
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That’s really cool!
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