PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for her Friday Fictioneers
Please note: 100% Fiction!
Mum liked the fake roses. Then again, she preferred everything fake from her men to her boobs. Her smile fake as she politely nodded. Even in the bedroom, her pleasure questionable. Thanks Dad, way too much information. What can I say about my mother? She liked shiny things, they motivated her. Bling her language. No problem too big with the instant magic of cash. Kids didn’t offer her possessions to stay, her husband unable to afford her; the painter, the fireman and the butcher offered a thicker wallet.
The casket rests in the earth open – take your fake flowers Mum.