A bedside bouquet blooms fresh, red and yellow, only for you.
Ignore the square machines humming under sterile plastic sheeting. Consider every brilliant petal a perfumed watchman, the spirit of those that yearn to hold you and bolster your withering hope.
The flowers plead, “Fight! You’re needed here with us.”
Andrew Bridgeman wrote this story. See more at andrewbridgeman.com.
You have captured history! And it is not too obvious (per your website). And is not ambiguous. It is vivid. I enjoyed reading this story.
Thank you!
I like how this applies to the pandemic and will be pertinent post-pandemic too. Excellent.
Thank you. Very nice feedback. Be well!
Very well-done my friend.