Those are lovely. But strange. All alone. Wonder where they came from.
It’s so he can find her.
Who?
The fisherman.
Fisherman? What are you going on about?
Everybody knows the story. He went out the day before his wedding. Never came back. I guess she cracked cause later she walked into the sea. Left her wedding bouquet on the shore, so he’d know where to find her. Just in case he ever came back. Ever since, her flowers show up every year.
Oh no. That’s so sad!
Hah! Got ya. You’re such a sappy sucker. They grow all over.
(100 words)
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
Thanks to Rochelle and Friday Fictioneers for my Fisherman’s FF inspiration.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
Cleverly done. I saw this as a bouquet too!
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Great minds … 😊
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It does look like a bouquet and you gave us a lot in 100 words because I felt the tragedy of young love robbed – and then the humor!
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Thank you! ☺️
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😉
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I was waiting for a zombie to come back from the sea.
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Coming to a theater near you 😎
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Wow, not a very nice person to the tenderhearted believer.
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It’s got little brother energy 🤓
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Yes! 🙂 The brother 18 mos younger than me used to torment me to no end.
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That was lovely! Even if it wasn’t true.
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Thanks Sandra 🤗
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Every bride’s nightmare, clearly looking for another ‘fish’ in the sea.
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Nice one! Thanks for the read ☺️
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That made me laugh – you had me going there too!😄
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I’m tricky 😉
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😃
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Well done, Tina!
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Thanks 😊
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Most welcome!
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Aww…I fell for it too. Cleverly done 🙂
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Thanks 😊
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