February 9 Prompt: Any, any, the girl cried flowers, written for Northanger Abbey.
“Mom and I used to walk these trails—” Taylor explained as she and Caitlin explored— “and I would ask all these questions, so botany was an easy major to choose.” It became clear she was more comfortable discussing her current research project than the details of her mother's disappearance nine years ago.
Even so, Caitlin noticed that every bud and bloom held a reminder of this mysterious woman, as if unseen tears watered each petal and leaf, and wondered again why her friends’ father avoided even these tiny mementos of the past.
Date: 2023-02-09 04:31 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Any, any, the girl cried flowers
