Another failed entry to the "Flash Fiction" thing. The rules are very simple; The "story" has to be less than 150 words and feature a particular prompt word (which is the one in brackets).
CAPODIMONTE (rose)
CAPODIMONTE (rose)
The door crashed open onto a blasted
landscape.
Blazing hot particles of glowing sand were
being whipped up by the gales and smashed against her visor as she headed out
in search of the object that had briefly flickered on the screen as those long
lenses had criss-crossed the surface looking for any signs of life.
She'd insisted on going; thoughts of her
grandfather's garden triggered memories of scents and colours that had been all
but snuffed out in those final days and the long, dark, steel-clad days that
followed.
She'd recognised the shape immediately,
hoping that somehow just one of those blooms had been frozen inside a
preserving jar to bring her one last fleeting moment of fresh air instead of
the recycled synthetic stuff she'd been breathing all these years.
When she found it, however, it was just a
porcelain rose, and she ground it furiously into dust.
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