I hadn’t participated in a Flash! Friday for ages, so I was quite delighted when I managed to muster this one. Same rules as always – you had 140-160 words to play with, the element to include was death and the picture prompt was this…
She handed me a breathing mask as we met.
“He wanted you to have it.”
“What?” I said, “Today? It doesn’t really match my suit.”
“Be nice, Stephen. Please.”
Studying her more closely I raised my eyebrows.
She sighed, “It’s all I had in black.”
I held the mask up to my face but hastily lowered it when I caught its acidic scent.
A smile formed at the corner of her mouth, “He did like you.”
“That’s debateable” I muttered, taking another tentative sniff.
Her eyes drifted to the small gathering on the docks where a woman in a oversized hat carried an urn.
“He would’ve wanted you to wear colour.”
“Yes, but Mother…”
“We should join them.” she said, not attempting to move.
After a moment I said, “You know it’s not raining, don’t you?”
“It’s a parasol.”
“It’s not sunny either…”
She took my hand. “No,” she said, “But it will be.”