Gladiolus
His memorial was simple.
He built a shaded glass dome on the hill where they had first kissed. Each day the computer would create a new opening through which the last rays of the setting sun would fall on her favourite Gladiolus.
As light and darkness circled he sat remembering.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.