Stories by Sarah


I lit the candle, marking five years since our loss.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, which I indulged with just a little self-pity. Thinking again, of what might have been.

It never got any easier. And to make it worse, this year, my husband had totally forgotten.

I was hurt. He knew how hard this day was.

I heard the key turn in the lock and quickly wiped my eyes. I turned, and was greeted by a beautiful bouquet of forget-me-nots.

More beautiful, was the glisten in my husband’s eyes, as he pulled me into his arms.

By Sarah ©2018

Carrot Ranch, June 7: Flash Fiction

June 7, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about man glisten. It was a fun term coined by two men with glitter in their beards. What more could it embrace? Look to the unexpected and embrace a playful approach. Go where the prompt leads

29 thoughts on “Forget-Me-Not”

  1. I’m not sure why men were told they could not cry, had to be strong.
    I think though that is changing for future generations.
    You’ve a tender tale that reminds me of all those who I have lost… but find within the memories I keep.

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  2. This is so sweet. I am impressed you can make such a powerful storyline with so few words.

    I do love the look of forget-me-nots too. 🙂

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  3. Beautifully written. Sometimes forgetting is not so important if the remembering is special later. Thoughtful fiction could generate a whole new set of writing prompts. Thoroughly enjoyed this one Sarah 😊

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