Could you water the roses for me

The weathered old man sauntered slowly, painfully, as the kitten peered through the cracked window. He pushed open the rickety door, approaching the creature with a wry grin.

“I’m dying, Sparky; I can tell… So goes the last human!”

“I wonderโ€ฆ Could you water the roses after I’m gone, little friend?”

Photo by Josephine

This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:

  1. The Sunday Muse #196;
  2. Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #246

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