The Marigolds: A Short Story

Words: 315
Pages: 2

I was in the kitchen making something for supper for john and me, I heard some voices but I thought oh it’s probably someone just walking by. I always look at my marigolds they remind me of when I was young, wealthy, beautiful. I would protect those marigolds if my life depended on it, I can always think back to when I and my husband were dancing in the ballroom and he saw me by myself then asked if I wanted to dance it was the best day of my life. I was cooking my supper I see someone’s shadow by my bushes I was seen they had an object in their hand. I panic I start screaming at the person who was destroying my marigolds, they ripped them all out of the ground I couldn’t believe what happened with my own eyes. I saw the boy trying to pull