Fragile

Agnes shuffled across Main Street to visit her husband.  “Brought you some flowers, dear.  I’m afraid these are from the IGA.  The tulips won’t come out and the daffodils popped up early and died in the frost, fragile things.” She set her offering, a small bouquet of yellow roses, against the headstone which bore the unremarkable inscription: Nicholas Mansfield: 1924-2001. Agnes had always regretted not putting more onto the headstone. But a smooth piece of granite couldn’t contain all the details that made up her husband’s life. And so, she’d left them out, much to the chagrin of her children.

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This post was written in response to Velvet Verbosity's weekly prompt: Fragile in 100 words.  This is a bit more of an old novel that I've put away for awhile.

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Writing in the Margins, Bursting at the Seams: Fragile

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Fragile

Agnes shuffled across Main Street to visit her husband.  “Brought you some flowers, dear.  I’m afraid these are from the IGA.  The tulips won’t come out and the daffodils popped up early and died in the frost, fragile things.” She set her offering, a small bouquet of yellow roses, against the headstone which bore the unremarkable inscription: Nicholas Mansfield: 1924-2001. Agnes had always regretted not putting more onto the headstone. But a smooth piece of granite couldn’t contain all the details that made up her husband’s life. And so, she’d left them out, much to the chagrin of her children.

For more on Agnes, Click here.


This post was written in response to Velvet Verbosity's weekly prompt: Fragile in 100 words.  This is a bit more of an old novel that I've put away for awhile.

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7 Comments:

At May 15, 2012 at 6:32 PM , Anonymous Chaotically Yours said...

Beautifully written.

Those last two lines are perfect.

 
At May 15, 2012 at 7:03 PM , Blogger Chris said...

Great response to the prompt. The second to last line is so powerful. Nicely done.

 
At May 16, 2012 at 3:46 PM , Anonymous Tara R. said...

Got a little verklempt with this one. So tender and heartfelt.

 
At May 17, 2012 at 6:50 AM , Anonymous Annabelle said...

Just a perfect small moment. Lovely.

 
At May 18, 2012 at 2:24 PM , Anonymous Jester Queen said...

I love the layers of fragility here. Fragility in love, the fragility of flowers (roses being less hardy than daffs in the grand scheme of things), her 'visiting' her husband who isn't alive, and his age suggesting hers.

 
At May 18, 2012 at 6:04 PM , Anonymous Patti said...

Aw, this is so poignant. Well done.

 
At May 20, 2012 at 11:07 AM , Anonymous Velvet Verbosity said...

Love how fragile is implied here, and in so many different ways.

 

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