Suspicious Mind

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

“There ya go Mum, flowers.”

Simon’s mother barely grunted acceptance. She used to love him bringing her flowers once a week. She’d thrust her nose in and inhale the bouquet until she was giddy.

“Such a considerate son,” she’d boast to her friends at the WI.

Now it was as if he was bringing her mustard gas instead of perfume.  Where they’d take pride of place in her favourite vase in the front window, now she relegated them to the kitchen sill and threw them out at the first petal drop.

She’d changed since he started his job at the crematorium.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

23 thoughts on “Suspicious Mind

  1. I was sure I had commented but there is nothing here!

    And I feel for Mum because these flowers are not given for any other reason than because he has ’em for free.
    Plus, ugh. Funeral flowers stink!

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      • Haha!
        In that case, she would know from the scent, if she just let go of her suspicions… Frankly, any son who brings mum flowers, no matter from where and if they were free, who’s earn points…

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    • The thing is, she’s only become suspicious of the flowers because of his new workplace. It’s a little unfair on him as he continues to get them from where he always did, which is why he doesn’t understand her change in attitude.

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