No More Flowers in the Window


PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

He sat with his head in his hands marvelling at his own stupidity.

He’d allowed his ego to out-manoeuvre his common sense.  His inability to listen to his head had cost him dearly.

His so-called friends had egged him on and he hadn’t wanted to lose face.

It’d only taken two days for her to find out.

The pain in her eyes was the worst thing about it.

She’d asked why; he had no explanation.

He’d said sorry, but could hear how lame it sounded.

She’d packed her things and left.

There would be no more flowers in the window.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.


29 thoughts on “No More Flowers in the Window

  1. Sandra says:

    I once knew a man who bought flowers for his window. It always seemed like such a strange, and yet sensitive thing to do. Yet it’s an action commonly attributed to women with no such surprise. Good one, I liked this.

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  2. handmadejewelryhaven says:

    This really hit home for me this week. It was a rough one with my son in a similar situation
    Thanks for sharing.

    Found your blog on FF and hope you can visit mine also. 🙂

    – Lisa

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