This was his favorite spot on the land and suffice to say, it was her least. She would never enter the greenhouse unless it was absolutely necessary. The greenhouse was also their favorite argument topic. “Why do you insist on keeping so much junk in the greenhouse?” She’d scream and he’d answer, “Why do you care? You never go in there anyways.”
Soon after they were gone, her children inherited the greenhouse and began exploring it. One day, as they were cleaning out the desk, they discovered a pile of moldy letters in a drawer, addressed to their mother.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.