She picked up the two dozen roses and began to walk slowly and precisely to her grave. Her gravestone stood gleaming bright, recently cleaned by the loving hands of her mother. Shari placed the roses lovingly across the grave, yellow roses, Alli’s favorite. She adjusted their placement making sure the yellow rose blanket spread perfectly across the grave.
A tear escaped her eyes as she patted the grave and gingerly cleaned a spot on the stone.
“Oh, Alli, I miss you so much my darling. I wish.. oh how I wish I could have been there to stop you.” Her heart filled with memories of her beautiful daughter but it quickly became heavy from the pain of her daughter’s early demise.
“I love and miss you Alli.” She weeped, feeling overwhelmed by her grief. She tried to not think about that decision her daughter had made several years earlier; a decision that she would not live to regret. (158)
Photo Credit: Sonya O. Thank you Sonya!
This is my second submission to the challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This is a challenge where we are given a prompt photo and 75-175 words with which to craft our stories with. For more information on this challenge, click on this link FFfAW.
I want to give a little background about this particular story. Several years ago, my sweet niece took her own life. My sister visits her grave often. So basically, this story is about my niece and my sister. We all need to be vigilant and intercede anytime we are needed or called to, because many young people (and adults) take their own lives. Just maybe we can be the one to stop a tragic suicide.