Another contribution to Friday Fictioneers – the goal is to write a story of a 100 words or less to a picture prompt. Thanks for reading!
‘It’ was always waiting for her on the windowsill when Claire came home to the apartment at night. The monstrous plant had been a parting gift from her ex, Jack, after she’d taken on a new job in a city 500 miles from their home.
The large trumpet-shaped bulbs at the end of its stalks were starting to open, revealing the softest white petals; the colour of a wedding dress. Tears came to Claire’s eyes. She leaned in to smell the flower, inhaling deeply. A scent like a decaying animal wafted up from its yellow heart and filled the room.
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