Posted: December 15, 2016 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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A flower, made of paint and plastic grew up the side of the concrete wall, over the dirt and the cracks. He’d painted it there himself, as a reminder that beautiful things could grow anywhere.

She always had loved flowers.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Bruno Nascimento for providing the prompt photo!

  1. aaah! Beautiful and beautiful love! 🙂

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