Mother & the Stolen Roses…Friday Fictioneers.

“Put those flowers back you dirty, little thief!” screeched the elderly widow, praying at her husband’s grave. “Nothing’s sacred. Little guttersnipe stealing from the dead! Where are her parents?”

I ran as fast as my little legs would go, clutching the porcelain roses close to my chest determined they wouldn’t break. We couldn’t even afford a stone for Mother’s grave, and father had made the wooden cross himself. Yet, Mother deserved the very best, and I fully intended to give her a proper stone etched with all our love when I grew up.

Meanwhile, the stolen roses were it.


This has been another contribution to Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wishoff-Fields, where we write up to 100 words to a provided photo prompt.PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

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23 thoughts on “Mother & the Stolen Roses…Friday Fictioneers.

  1. Rowena Post author

    What I was thinking was you get people who are so sure about the wrong things people do, and yet there can be an underlying circumstance. Indeed, the woman and the child could be united through their grief. They could actually befriend each other.

  2. Rowena Post author

    Yes, I agree. I am definitely a shades of grey person, which can make it challenging to get that sense of belonging at times. I don’t just stick to the party line but think for myself. At least, I think I think for myself. Goodness knows. I could be just as corrupted as everyone else.
    As a Christian, I feel I should trot out the expected lines at times such as “God is in control” or “I’ll pray for you” knowing full well I’ll probably forget. I also think there’s a lot of random in our world.
    I’ll probably be thrown out now. Not sure what the charge will be, or the punishment. They tend to be a lot more forgiving these days or people don’t come back.
    BTW I addressed some of these issues in a post I wrote about a collision between two ships which resulted in 6 deaths:
    Hope you have a great weekend. It’s our daughter’s birthday and she’s having a sleepover and pamper night. They were supposed to be sleeping outside in a tent but it’s raining and so I’m now trying to find room in the house. We’re not going to know the place!
    Best wishes,

  3. Rowena Post author

    After inhaling all the dust, I’ll be lucky to survive tonight. I quite like the teenagers so far and much prefer it to when the kids were small. I give their friends a lift here and there and they’re chatty, grateful and respectful. They get talking in my car and I always learn so much and I feel included most of the time. It’s not me and them and I’m just their taxi service.
    Hope you have a great weekend.
    Best wishes,

  4. gahlearner

    A beautiful and heartbreaking tale. And about the moral grey zone: I can’t sympathize completely with any religion but my upbringing was catholic. The one thing that stuck with me is the Great Commandmend: “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind” (religious folks do love to forget the last one when it comes to science) and “Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself.”. In that sense, the old woman should and probably would forgive and they might even become friends.

  5. StuHN

    Her grief turned to anger so quickly, showing how she felt about the poor. No filter at that moment, so I am not sure she’d see the need of the child.

  6. Brenda's Thoughts

    A difficult conundrum for sure. Living in India, we faced such issues. Children stealing from temples because they were starving and other such things. I came to understand in a deeper way that life is not black and white! Great story to get us thinking. =)

  7. Rowena Post author

    Thanks very much, Brenda. I’d love to hear more about your time in India. When were you there? What were you up to? All those sticky beak type questions.
    Best wishes,

  8. Brenda's Thoughts

    We were the managers of a children’s home and school, as well as oversaw a program helping families with basic needs and funding for their children to attend school. My husband and I are project managers and fund raisers with a Hong Kong registered charity and have done projects in the Asia region. Currently, we are slowing down (with our age and bodies – haha). We oversaw the India project for three years from Hong Kong, making trips back and forth. We then moved to India and lived there for five years (2010 – 2015). We left and continued the project from outside, making trips, for an additional two years. It’s done now and no more trips to India for me. It was an overall rewarding project, we loved the people we were helping (for me especially the children), but it was also extremely difficult. Thank you so much for asking, Rowena. Take care!!

  9. Rowena Post author

    That’s really interesting, Brenda and such an incredibly worthwhile thing to do. There are so many things we take for granted like an education, which other people have to fight for. Most of us have no idea.

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