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A Year to the Day

Valentine’s day twelve months ago her Mum died.  
Entering, Mary called ‘Hi, Dad, it’s me’ then she gasped.
He was sitting at the table; across, an empty place was set with a red rose. ‘Oh, daddy, you sweet romantic soul!’
She sobbed, kissed his cooling forehead and closed his eyes.
Written by blocat
Published | Edited 18th Feb 2022
Author's Note
An exercise in exactly 50 words. Showing not telling
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