Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.
Every day, the old Chinese woman squatted on the same busy street corner, calling to all who walked by. Vases filled with tiger lilies surrounded her. Seattle overflowed with street people selling what they could, begging for the rest. Most people walked by without notice, as if she were part of the street lantern her back propped against. The old woman sold flowers to survive, but she waited on the corner for the young daughter she gave up for adoption 25 years before. She would know her Tiger Lily when she saw her.
This story was inspired by a photo prompt posted on Friday Fictioneer’s , a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less. Photo Prompt provided by Dale Rogerson
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