Exploding Suns

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

 Copyright – The Reclining Gentleman

“Mom, what is this flower?”
“It is a daffodil, my darling.”

You were my sun, my brightest star.

“Why is it yellow?”
“It is so the bees can find it easily.”

You were the center of my galaxy and my every breath revolved around you.

“Can we bring it home?”
“No, honey. It would wither and die without its roots.”

I don’t plant daffodils anymore. They remind me of your blinding light.

Spinning in this darkness, I long for a black hole to swallow me. Because, everything is better than watching exploding suns bending my universe.

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