See How Her Garden Grows

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

“Sorry for your loss.” He hates that statement. They don’t understand the world he now faces without her. She was always the one that was there for you when you needed her. Where were you when she needed you in her last months? She was always growing, expanding her energies for all the things she held close to her heart. He garden was her escape. A place to escape her crazy world.

She left specific instructions of how she wanted to be remembered. Fine to think she can go on being socially useful even after she’s dead. Making plants grow.


  1. This is sad and beautiful at the same time. We’re not allowed to bury people in our gardens or keep the ashes where I live, all has to go to the cemetary or, as of late, ‘peace forests.’ The thought to become one with one’s beloved spot of the earth is a comfoting one though.

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  2. Before modern times, people used to put their dead in a wooden coffin or a wrapping of some sort, and bury them six feet deep, sometimes in their own back yards. It’s still legal to do that here in our area, but there are all kinds of regulations. I’m not so sure our modern regulations would allow for a human body to “push up the daisies,” as people used to say 🙂

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  3. I’m not too fond of that expression either, but understand people are often at a loss for words. Thankfully she had someone she could trust to take care of her wishes. Lovely story, Danny.

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