My Flower

"I remember seeing a little girl, that pitiful voice whimpering to her father, that little girl bathed in white cloth and the tears of her father. The tears of his forever undying love for his little flower.1

I remember this day, I went for a walk with my own little girl, that was when I met Roger. We were outside the hospital of my own little flower. Where my only three year old baby girl stayed. Permitted a visit out of the hospital once a week, I took all the time outside that I could with her.2

Wheeling through the park and watching wind blow through the trees and little birds flit by. That's when I saw Roger. He too, was walking in the park, whistling, with his hands in his pocket.3

We walked through the park the rest of the evening, hearing his whistling fade in and out.4

The next time I saw Roger was in a little coffee shop down main street. He smiled and opened the door for me.5

I saw him again at the auto repair shop, and two or three more times again in the park.6

The next time I ran into him, at the coffee shop, we spoke. In line for our coffees I ordered a Latte, hearing my order, he commented,
"I love those." i smiled, moved out of the line to wait, and said, "I do too, they are my favorite." Roger ordered a steamer and we waited for our drinks to be filled, politely chatting to fill the time.7

My drink ready, I started to leave when he said,
"My friend is having a dinner on Saturday, and I've seen you around a bit, and I need a date, would you like to come? With me, I mean." he looked a bit flustered.8

I smiled feeling slightly warmer and I answered
"I would love to." He smiled looking relieved, and then again looking a bit uncertain, he asked,
"It is a formal, is that alright?" I told him that it was perfectly fine. We exchanged cards and parted ways.9

On Saturday I wore a deep violet cocktail dress and me night black hair undone from it's normal ponytail. He picked me up wearing a black suit with a blue gray tie. The dinner, a charity dinner, was delightful as were the people, and everyone all around, had a wonderful time."10

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I closed my journal, my throat feeling slightly dry. I gazed at my beautiful, now ten year old baby girl and smiled sadly.
"Thank you for the story mommy, goodnight" she murmured in her near slumber.
"goodnight dearest" I said to the sleeping girl, my little girl bathed in the hospitals white sheets. Roger moved up and kissed her forehead,
"night night sweetie." he whispered to her.12

She slumbered, peacefully, with the noise of the machines beeping and whirring all around.I picked up a glass of water and poured it into the pot on the table next to her bed. The pot with a single purple flower.13

As Roger and I watched, a single purple petal floated down from until it rested on on our own flowers little hand.14


Home in bed, I sucked in my breath and leaned close into Roger.
He breathed into my ear saying,
"The doctors say a week."
"I know" I said, again sucking my breath in and biting my lip. His arms encircled me and he whispered fiercely,
"No matter what happens, no matter what, you and I will get through it, together, anything as long as we have each other, anything."15

Tears began to slide down my face, little drops of crystalline salt water. We lay there together, him cradling me as our tears mingled, bathed in white cloth and each others tears.16

My baby's burial was more than I could bear. I couldn't stop the endless tears from sliding down my face. I slowly moved forward as my baby was lowered into the ground.17

In my hand I held a single purple flower.
I threw the flower down to my little girl save one petal, which i pressed close to my heart.18

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My hair now turned silver and my hands full of wrinkles. I visit my little flower's grave often, surrounded by silence, and little purple flowers.

Author notes

for picture #1 Bunnis, it reminds me of this little girl lost forever.

and for cole3313 option tres, for the great storywrite champion, my username is Alyana

for George Bush V2's contest Resplendent [Truly Beautiful Tears of Joy] *~* [Options contest!]: The little girl:
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for Contest love and lost by lexiconsthedevil

For the contest Anything: my favorite letter is n, because its the only one that looks nice when i write it. My username is Alyana and my favorite song is... at the moment...uh falling slowly, from once


i love the story. alot. alotalotalot alot, even if it is sad

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  • Leif
    November 21, 2008

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    Beautifully Sad.

    This is very good, and I appreciate that you followed the rules. Although I saw only one capitalization error - you forgot to capitalize "I" - you did a resplendent job in adding description and emotion.

    I like it. =]

    I wish you luck in my contest.

  • Shadows Falling
    November 7, 2008

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    ................What can I say, other then that I was utterly moved? I feel sad for them...*cries* It was so real, so life like, so well done....Its too perfect!! Great job!!!! So well done!! I can't stop crying..

    Fall


  • Disposable
    September 27, 2008

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    I think it is crying Blair night.I just stopped cryingf over a previous story and this story had me blubbering again.
    I astounded at the beauty and talent thius one peice holds.
    When reading it in the contest it had a great impact on me, but when reading it fully..it just blows me away.
    Thank you for writing such a moving peice.... such a beautiful, but sad peice....

    GOOD LUCK
    Temaria - Blair

    • Alyana
      September 27, 2008
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      awww thank you, im sry ur sad tho...lol :]

  • xXBlack.RainbowXx
    September 26, 2008

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    T_T

    That was so beautiful! I really loved it too, even it is really sad! I loved the beginning, and the ending. You really did a great job packing in the emotions. I almost felt like crying. It was really sweet, I wish you wrote more. Very nice entry and thank you for entering! Good luck!

    ~*Princess*~

  • Melancholic Smile
    September 25, 2008

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    This is beautiful. It is a really sad story and I could feel the emotions in it. It really pulled on my heart strings, if you read my poem Angel Wings or story Memories, you will see why. If you take the time to edit this you could have a really great short story here. There are some typo's which running spell check should fix and some grammar issues - for example each time a new character speaks a new paragraph should start. But this was all overlooked as the story itself was good. I had a lump in my throat at the end of it. Thanks for entering and good luck.

    • Alyana
      September 25, 2008
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      thank you, I do need to edit it, thanks so much!!

      Alyana

  • littlebluebird1
    September 23, 2008

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    I liked your flowery, descriptive adjectives. The meeting between the mom and Roger was also well written. By the time I got to the end I was close to tears. You did a great job Keep up the good work.

  • cole3313
    September 22, 2008

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    It was pretty good. I intially thought the story was going to be Roger, but you sirprised me. Good luck!

  • Alyana
    September 21, 2008
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    for Merry Christmas

    Irish Ducttape

  • Valkyrie
    September 21, 2008

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    Oh, it's lovely! I like how the first part is a story to the girl; that was a great idea. You got me all sad with the ending, too.
    The meeting between the mom and Roger seemed nicely delayed and natural; you wrote that part very well.

  • angellove
    September 20, 2008
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    Very bittersweet, but a lovely story. There are two instances in the story where the word "my" should be, but the vowel is not correct, it's me and mu. Typos, I know, I hate them, too.

    Keep up the good writing. Continue to pour your emotions into the story like this.

    Write On!
    Beth

  • Luckyk
    September 20, 2008

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    despite the few minor spelling errors it was good story. i'm not one for deaths and funerals but this one i could as you made it apparent from the beginning she was sick. Good write Keep it up and Good Luck

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