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Days of Blossom
#WritcoStoryPrompt95
Our days are like blossoms in several ways... Feelings were allowed to be maintained for a long period... As though they were roses in full bloom.
And as the blossoms fall just once each winter, yet in our memories, they still fall every day.
Reminding us of a dear brother who sadly and quietly went away.
It was on a lively Saturday night, when everyone was out having fun, excluding my dear brother Paul who had returned home after another hard day at work.
It was an evening just like any other evening, he had dinner, spent some quality time with his family, showered and climbed into bed next to his beautiful wife Angela.
To her, all appeared well; they chatted , watched a bit of tv to catch up on the news and made love before falling asleep in each other's arms.
But during the early hours of the morning, his wife Angela woke up to...
Our days are like blossoms in several ways... Feelings were allowed to be maintained for a long period... As though they were roses in full bloom.
And as the blossoms fall just once each winter, yet in our memories, they still fall every day.
Reminding us of a dear brother who sadly and quietly went away.
It was on a lively Saturday night, when everyone was out having fun, excluding my dear brother Paul who had returned home after another hard day at work.
It was an evening just like any other evening, he had dinner, spent some quality time with his family, showered and climbed into bed next to his beautiful wife Angela.
To her, all appeared well; they chatted , watched a bit of tv to catch up on the news and made love before falling asleep in each other's arms.
But during the early hours of the morning, his wife Angela woke up to...
