She ran her hands over the petals, which gleamed like bits of satin. And when it was time to go, they gracefully said yes." They lived and bloomed, jest like they were made to do. And me looking down at those beautiful doomed flowers in my hands, their glowing colors trembling with drops. I felt strangely moved, standing there with shoppers laughing in the background. "Ya gotta remember though-this was their purpose all along. "Mebbe in some ways, but." She gathered a handful of roses and freesia, delicately perfumed, and pressed them in my hands. "Sure I do, but isn't it a waste? All that beautiful bloom for what-an hour?" "Well, cut er not cut, we're all goin'." Becky spoke so soberly that I turned my eyes to her. "But I prefer not to kill my flowers before their time." "Of course we are." A drop of water fell from the end of the snapdragon stem.
"I don't want to say this the wrong way, Shah-loh, but we're all gonna die." A tender gesture probably nobody else had noticed.
“Becky fell unusually quiet as she smoothed Macy's overalls that had scrunched under her legs. She is a member of Association of Christian Fiction Writers and International Christian Fiction Writers. in English/journalism from Gardner-Webb University in North Carolina. She has previously served as an ESL teacher, missionary to Japan, middle- and high-school teacher, and National Park Service volunteer. Jenny is an advocate for adoption and loves the outdoors, photography, writing, and camping. Originally from the American South, Jenny is the author of Barbour Books' "Southern Fried Sushi" series (the first book earning a Christy Award nomination), a romance novella collection based on Yellowstone National Park, and a novella in the collection "Westward Brides" (also by Barbour Books). with her Brazilian husband, Athos, and sons Ethan and Seth. Jennifer Rogers Spinola has just relocated from Brasilia, Brazil to the U.S.
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