Matt took a shovel with him into the yard. Somewhere out here under the snow was a flower that Kimberly liked. Some kind of yellow, trumpet looking thing. She always made a big deal of it.
He dug in one drift, and then another. That flower always popped up through the snow. It had to be out here somewhere. Probably in a month it would be easy to find, but he didn’t have a month.
He didn’t want to cave in to the commercialism of Valentine’s Day, but he had to come up with something. Where were the free flowers when you needed them?
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: The Reclining Gentleman
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