100 words x 365 days
With the ribbon from her hair, she tied the gold band to the bouquet of dried flowers. Petals brittle, her slender digits tightened the strands, making sure her prized possession stayed tight to the wilted branch. A simple token of hope faded with age. Her heart carried the scars of failure carved deep inside. One last time she brought the flowers to her nose, inhaling the past to the depths of her soul. Though gone from sight, her memories live on. As the flowers hit the sea, she watched them suck the ocean dry of her tears for the last time.
A.J. Luna
