Granite (Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge)
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“December 21, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include white flowers in your story. This is a repeat prompt, but one that has an ability to be emotive. Humor, drama, irony — go wherever the white flowers lead.”
Granite
On any other day the chickweed might look like pocks on the grass, but on this breezy April morning, with the spring sun angled high, the white clusters swayed, dancing to invisible music.
Dad would have liked it.
Dad.
I reach out and run my hand along the top of the uneven granite, still damp with the morning’s dew. I run my fingers along the front and for the thousandth – or ten-thousandth – time, I trace the name.
“Nice morning, huh, pop?”
I blink against a sudden gust and I feel the ten-thousandth tear trail a path down my cheek.
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Michael B. Fishman
Michaelsfishbowl 
Wonderful! Welcome to the Ranch!!
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Hey, don’t forget to post your flash and link to this to Charli’s comments section, below her post. Remember, they have carrots there!!
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Ah, chickweed. It would come in where ground has been turned over, beating out the grass. It is a spunky little plant. Nicely done flash.
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Excellent guy. Seems we both had a graveside theme. Well done.
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Very touching.
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Michael, your flash has a blend of tenderness, grief and the struggle to continue. The two stacked lines ending with the sole word “Dad” is incredibly poignant. Well done.
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