Keeping A Thistle By My Bedside, as a Remembrance of Who I Am

Jenna sat by her window, listening to the chirping of the wee birds, savoring a moment of peace. She was not yet fit to walk down the stairs, even with her walking stick, still too stiff from the constant aching of her back.

Suddenly, she noticed the thistles in her neighbor’s yard and wanted to go pick one or two to place by her bedside. Thistles are symbols of strength and resistance, a message she wanted to remember about herself.

The horns of her dilemma were that each time she spoke to her neighbor, Jamison, an actor, she would start blushing. He always treated her with respect, amused by her embarrassment, and informed her that he was just a regular guy.  

So, she opened the window, called out to him as he sat on his porch, and asked for some thistles for her bedside table. He brought her a whole basket full of the beautiful purple flowers. He said they reminded him of her bravery during hardships and of how she always bounced back. This time, he blushed! A new romance started to blossom.

Fictional story written for the Sunday Wordle #733 from The Sunday Whirl by bwarren. The twelve prompts are in italics.

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