Flowers

Folks in the little mountain town said the last thing was too much, more than a soul can endure without leaving this world. They say her will shattered, for months she lay on her small couch. Others would come by to help.

Didn't help that her wedding was so blessed, the whole town celebrated for two days with singing and dancing. Didn't help her son was born smiling, crop of black hair like his papa.

The accident was sudden, the truck never seen. She lost her husband in a moment. Then, losing her child a week later, that's when she too departed. Intolerable pain breaking a chain of reality no longer desired, no longer useful. But, the doctors were hopeful over time. For now, a solemn routine, mindless and daily, long walks gathering her flowers.