PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright Janet Webb
She had met him for the first time when he was in his garden. He loved nurturing his plants with utmost care and concern as if they were his children. She always saw him spend a couple of hours each day watering and tending to them. That garden was where they spoke sweet-nothings, laughed, cried, argued, made-up and lived a life over a couple of years. As she sat by the window reminiscing the times they had spent, her eyes wandered to the plant which they had planted together. Its flowers had turned golden and were now covered with ice.
Linking to NaBloPoMo (National Blog Post Month – December) – My post no 5 for this month.