Realms of a Garden (?)

Realms of a Garden (?)

 

I always dreamt of having a garden and never in my wildest dreams did I think I would ever have one.

Okay, I’m 75 now, but having lived in flats all my life and not having the financial means to move, I settled on it as being one of life’s wishes: until a wonderful man entered my life.

He is wealthy, very wealthy, and when he learnt of my deepest dreams he went and made as many as he could come true.

He and I may not have many years of life left in us, but the years we do have left will be lived out as if they were a dream: and this beautiful garden where I stand now is one of those dreams.

Sometimes, though, I still feel as if there is a need to open my eyes and wake up…. (???!)

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(folks, make of the ending whatever you wish! πŸ™‚ )

 

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Thanks Mrs.PJ for this story photo prompt over at FFfAW which you can read other’s stories if you Click Here πŸ™‚Β 

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15 thoughts on “Realms of a Garden (?)

  1. This is wonderful! She is living her dream and has that “I need to pinch myself feeling.” I think it is great that she was able to find love in her golden years. Great story! Thank you for participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge.

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  2. I think every reader brings their own interpretation to a story, especially if it has an ending that can be taken so many different ways. This was very well done, and no matter which way you take it, it is still a happy ending. Whether it is a dream or real, the woman is happy!

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