Dusk peeked through the curtain.
It had been a harrowing day.
Her gardening past time destroyed by a sneaky thief.
It was a small garden. Just enough space for tulips and the rose bush her husband had planted.
“A rose bush for my Rose,” he’d proclaimed,
She longed to hear him say her name.
Why had she been so naive?
Why had she fed that stranger information about her son and his friend?
Was her sight that hazy?
“Are you Vinnie?”, she’d asked him.
“Yes, your son sent me to get the $200 dollars for him.”
She trusted too much.
Genre: Flash Story
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Gah Learner
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