This week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya, owner of the blog, Only 100 Words. Thank you Sonya!
“Why do you let them grow like that?” Paul wrinkled his nose in disgust at the untame Sunflowers sprouting at the end of the drive.
On the porch, Maud stopped rocking in that rocking chair for a moment and glanced at the flowers. “My son, Dean, planted those when he was small. I never wanted them there, and he knew that I thought it would make everything look untidy. They are just like weeds, and I just can’t seem to get rid of them.”
“Maybe you should just pull them up.”
Maud shrugged her shoulders. “I paved round them, and they still managed to keep on growing. To be honest with you, ever since I got the word that my boy got killed in Afghanistan, I don’t have the heart to do anything but let them run riot on my driveway.”
“Oh.” Paul didn’t know what to say to the old woman, and now he didn’t see the sunflowers as a big problem anymore.
He walked away and Maud began rocking once more.
Written for: flash fiction for aspiring writers