Seventeen vases stood in plain sight on the mantel; an unspoken confession of her love affair with William. She displayed them in order; starting with the small red vase that held the single rose William gave her their first time together. A strange affair; they met one night a year. William brought her flowers, she brought a vase. Together, a symbol of their union.
The next morning, an empty vase took its place with the others, symbol of her loneliness.
“I see you have a new vase.” Her husband’s eyes glanced over the top of the newspaper, then disappeared. “Pretty.”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge to write a complete story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting this challenge and Sarah Ann Hall for this week’s photo prompt