Lily on the Table

He shouldn't have come.

The emotional stress was just too much.

But he came.

Every week, tuesday.

Midnight.

Just like old times.

he brought a lily, and placed it on the table, where the crumbled remains of many similar lilies lay. two hundred and sixty, to be exact. one for every week.

it had been five years since she had fled. 

She, a servant girl. 

He, a prince.

They, Star crossed lovers.

the night she left, they promised to meet here, one year later, to the day.

She never came.

He waited until the sun rose. With a heavy heart, torn anew with disappointment and loss for the fifth time, he left the little cottage hidden in the willows, and walked back up the trail leading to his castle.

Reviews

[Dean Kuch®]

This was short, yes. But I see this as a story of hope. As long as there are live lilies to be picked, he had hope. The dead ones lying on the table symbolizes all hope is lost...but there's never a shortage of live lilies needing picked now, is there? Nice...

[Charlie]

i didnt get it the storys a little too short but the writing pretty good

[deleted]

This is fantastic! I like how the prose has a very poetic feel to it. It's a simple story, covering only a few moments, but it gives a much broader view of this prince and his life.