FFfAW — The Wreath

img_1229“It’s a wreath, sweetie,” Harriet said to her daughter, who had asked what the large, decorative ring on the door was.

“What’s it for?” Susan asked.

“They’re mostly for decoration. Pretty, isn’t it?” Susan suddenly darted up to the door and started touching the wreath. “Sweetie, come back here,” Harriet called out.

“Mommy, there are little cotton fluff balls all over this wreath,” Susan shouted back.

Harriet ran up the walk and grabbed Susan’s hand. “You can look, but don’t touch, sweetie.” She started to pull her back toward the street when the large door opened.

A girl a few years older than Susan, eyes red and slightly puffy, stood still for a few seconds. “Did you know my daddy?” she asked. “He died last week.”

“I’m so sorry,” Harriet said. “We were just admiring your wreath.”

“Someone brought it to his funeral yesterday and I thought it was pretty, so we put it on our door,” the girl explained. “It reminds me of my daddy. He was soft and fluffy, too.”

(172 words)

Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers from Priceless Joy. Picture credit: Goroyboy.

30 thoughts on “FFfAW — The Wreath

  1. James April 17, 2018 / 7:53 am

    That “soft and fluffy” stuff happens to us sometimes after middle-age. 😉

    Liked by 2 people

      • James April 17, 2018 / 9:40 am

        As the old time weightlifters and bodybuilders say, abs are made in the kitchen.

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  2. baddadcartoons101 April 17, 2018 / 11:49 am

    Nice post, too bad that door wasn’t to the White House… did I just say that! Just kidding! I wouldn’t wish that door on anyone!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Sight11 April 17, 2018 / 7:47 pm

    That was a touching post which showcase the stupid yet innocent nature of childhood.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango April 19, 2018 / 8:50 am

      I didn’t know it was a tradition either.


    • Fandango April 22, 2018 / 9:12 pm

      Thanks for letting me know that you enjoyed it.


    • Fandango April 27, 2018 / 1:31 pm

      Thanks for reading and commenting.


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