#8 Boutonnière

by Sam Knight

Sara gently dusted the blue bottle, taking care not to touch the dried boutonnière sticking out of the top. The dried rose, backed with baby’s breath and white silken leaves, had graced the top of the china cabinet for as long a Sara could remember.

“Aunt Lilly?” Sara asked as her great aunt limped into the room, “What’s this from?”

“What dear?” The old woman stopped to lift up the glasses she wore on a chain around her neck.

“This flower.”

“Oh, my.” Lilly dropped her glasses back down. She hobbled to a chair and seated herself carefully. “Oh, my. It never occurred to me you wouldn’t know. It belonged to my fiancé.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“Don’t be sorry, Dear. I’m glad you asked. Charles was my one true love. He was killed in the war, not long after our engagement.” Lilly’s eyes began to glisten. “He didn’t have any family, anyone else but me. That rose, a photograph, and three letters are all I have left of him.

“He wore that the night he asked me to marry him. We danced the night away at the USO. I swear that man was more graceful than Fred Astaire! He was so graceful, so beautiful . . .” Lilly’s eyes were bright and alive with the memories. “And he was the sweetest man in the world.”

“Is that why you never married?”

“Child, in my heart and soul, I was more married to Charles than most people could ever be to anyone.”


JRVogt said...

Love the tenderness in this scene. Shows how memories can be painful and wonderful at the same time.

Sonya W said...

My heart wept. I can only hope to find a love like that in my lifetime.

Flutterby said...

Aw, lovely bit of love. Well done capturing the feelings!

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Unknown said...

Excellent use of dialogue to tell the story. and i love her last line.

Kimberly King said...

You did a great job with the dialogue. I've never been good at telling stories with dialogue, so I'm always impressed when someone nails it. :)

Rachael Dunlop said...

The dialogue is very nicely done - I can see the characters in my mind's eye, which for me is the measure of effective dialogue. This was a nice take on the prompt too. It's a simple story, effectively told.