A chilly breeze plucked a white petal off the tulip sitting at the open window.
He loves me.
A second plucked petal floated with the breeze before coming to a rest on the damp soil.
He loves me not.
The flowerpot trembled as a stronger wind blew in, sending petals fluttering in the air.
He broke my heart.
A giant gust rushed in, flinging the flowerpot across the room, shattering the clay and showering the floor with soil.
So I’ll break everything he’s got.
© Jade M. Wong
Written for Friday Fictioneers. It’s been ages since I wrote something for Rochelle’s prompts, but this particular photo struck my muse’s fancy.
Happy Friday, everyone! It’s well-deserved.