PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford
Dolly stared into the trug at the faded rose heads, their sepals turned back like neatly folded wrapping paper showing presents of fluff and seeds.
‘Only a little more to do,’ said Mrs Galston.
Being in the garden suited the Missus. Despite the expanse of her straw picture hat, she’d always bronze a little, as if the sun had snuck under her skin and couldn’t help but glow at its own cleverness.
Dolly was the first to see the telegram boy walking straight and stiff towards them, a dark blue shadow falling across the golden afternoon.
So many fallen blooms.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the prompt and spin a tale and don’t forget to share, read and comment. See here to join in.
The 31st of July 1917 was the first day of the Third Battle of Ypres, also known as Passchendaele. To learn more about the battle see here.
In the UK at this time and later, telegram boys wore a dark blue uniform, as can be seen in the image on the far left below.
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Whole village would go up to the big house each Christmas. Mr Gregory would bundle the kiddies in the haycart, the adults following on behind in best suits and hats, all brushed and buffed. There’d be plenty to eat, hams and cakes and the like, beer for the men and port wine for the ladies. Proper bright and shining days.
Then war broke. And there were no men to drink the beer. Poor Mr Gregory passed on the first day of the Somme, both his boys too, though one was underage.
Oh for those bright and shining days back.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See the prompt photo and tell a tale. Visit here to join in and to read the other stories.