Flash Fiction: The Flowers

The flowers look pretty.

Nicely arranged, in a glass vase, their hues reflect in the ambient lighting. The flowers have a pure gold lining. I can see that he has spent a lot on them.
They are my valentine’s gift from him. However, I know it is not just a gift. He has sent the flowers because he could not come meet me. Just like every other week. It is an apology. The flowers do look pretty, but I hate them. He does not even remember that about me. The flowers are completly fake.

Just like his love for me…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 22nd Feb, 2019

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