dead flowers
fiction
edward w pritchard
The exquisite Chinese vase is intact but the purple and yellow flowers inside are all dead. Victims of a divorce: the purple and yellow flowers still stuck atop the crammed hole of the erect porcelain vase, the environment below devoid of life the flowers above bleeding away the vitality that once sustained the union.
Hand painted with a delicate rose colored bouquet in an oval on it's front the vase endures, a funeral urn to the purple and yellow flowers that once seemed so real; now dead, dormant, and stuck withering blue as the colors fade to black.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
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