Marie knew that her friend was going to complain about the artificial roses. Sure enough, Bernice said, “Marie, why don’t you throw those old flowers away! Put some fresh roses on the table!”
Marie responded, “Bernice, those were the roses that Stan gave me on our first wedding anniversary. He told me that someday he would buy me real roses, and for the last forty years of our marriage, he did! He is gone now, and these roses, unlike the real ones, will never wilt and die. They remind me that love is forever!”
Fictional story written for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochell Wisoff-Fields from Addicted to Purple. 100 words or less story from the photo prompt posted. Photo today credited to Rochell Wisoff-Fields.