Just A Shame They Have To Die – short fiction by MorgEn Bailey

The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s larger short story collection (250 stories), Fifty 5pm Fictions Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon  and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…

Just A Shame They Have To Die

Watching him as if he has a spring in his step makes me laugh every time. He bounces like… well, like Tigger out of Winnie the Pooh. He gets… that’s my Nick, not Tigger, he gets like this when winter’s gone, or more specifically Christmas. I’m not really a fan either but I don’t like to tell him or we’d sit around moping. As it is, his eyes almost sparkle when I open my presents and he always puts so much effort into them. A ruby ring last time, just because I’d spotted one in a film and said I liked it. The box was from a jeweller miles away so I know he must have spent ages… and he wouldn’t have sent his secretary, Sarah, he’s not one of those bosses. Fitted my finger a treat, snug against my wedding band.

We joke a lot, Nick and I. Makes me laugh just getting milk out the fridge. Gasps when he opens the door as if there’s something shocking inside. I don’t think he’ll ever grow up. But then he’s got something to be happy about. They say my tumour’s shrinking, receding. They said that the last time but it feels different this time.

Everyone’s been so kind, bringing me so many flowers. Just a shame they have to die. Nick never forgets my favourites; gerberas. Different colour every day. I keep saying it’s too much, just a new bunch when the old bunch… but he says it brightens the place up. It does that.

Oh, hello Sarah. How lovely to see you.

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