She loves flowers.
If you ever visit her home, you will find vases of freshly cut flowers around the apartment – roses, daffodils, lilies, iris, you name it. You may think with so many bouquets placed about the house, she should be a florist.
DO NOT ask her that.
This is the taboo question around her in general, unless you want her to give you a cold glare follow by a sob story of how her mother killed her dreams and then follow by her destroying these beautiful bouquets. If you don’t mind these flowers getting ripped to shreds, go ahead.
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.