“I am so sorry. I never meant to upset you.”
The woman crossed to the girl and helps her to put the flower in her hair. “You haven’t upset me, my dear. You have just reminded me of things I thought were our past mistakes.”
“Oh?” The pair crossed a bench where they sat down.
Natalie’s eyes misted over with unshed tears as she recalled her past. “I did exactly the same thing you did until it seemed like all of the flowers had disappeared. All of us girls picked our man. Then all of the men became soldiers and most ended up gone forever like we thought the flowers had been. It took a long time, but eventually all of their graves started to grow flowers.” She waved a hand towards the patch of flowers. “There lies my Billy.”
“Then this flower really belongs to you.”
“Keep it, my dear. It just means that cycle is starting once again and, apparently, we have not learnt our lessons yet.”
Written for Sunday photo fiction