For Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Challenge: 6 November 2015
Note: Please indulge me in dedicating this story to the wife of my cousin in New York who was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer last month. Let this be a testimony to my fervent hope that she recovers from this terrible disease.
The garden gloves and shears remained where she left them.
Gardening was her passion. But things changed when she was diagnosed with cancer. An extensive surgery and months of chemotherapy made her weak and unable to take care of the garden she so loved.
She put up a brave front for her husband despite the pain. In his eyes, she remained defiant and beautiful even when she lost her hair.
Today, he came home sobbing, not of sorrow, but of joy. The doctor told him the cancer was in remission.
Outside, the garden lay brown and dormant, anticipating her return.