“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
A quarter of century since her beloved martyred at the enemy’s hands. It was her way of communicating to him through scented flowers.
Armed with sunflowers, that which never fails to look up at the Sun, and his pet crow, embodiment of sincerity, she laid herself to rest beside him.
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Acknowledgements :- Thank you Kat Myrman for running the Twittering Tales challenge and nahidhatamiz at Pixabay.com for the photo
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Methinks she might have succumbed to the executioner’s axe as well. Even in death she seek her beloved!
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Yea, I second that Kat
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I like this kind of story, the devotion that seemed popular in a chivalric period. I always wondered what the kids thought (of either parent).
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Thanks a lot for your kind words.
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