Sally put out the sign advertising fresh flowers by the side of the road, then went back to her two daughters sitting under the beach umbrella. She liked Mother’s Day. Spending the time with her precious girls, selling fresh flowers, and making about a month’s worth of income in a single day.
A Range Rover pulled off the road not long after she sat back down in the cool shade. A woman in an expensive, beige Armani suit in her thirties hopped out and walked over to look at the buckets of flowers surrounding Sally and her girls.
“Perfect,” the woman said, picking up a bouquet of bright yellow carnations. “Mum always loved these.”
“That’s the only bunch I have too, you are lucky,” Sally said.
“Thanks, my three brothers had better hope they can find some on their way to visit mum then,” the woman said and drove down the road to the cemetery.
“Okay girls,” Sally said to her darling angels. “See if you can find me some more yellow carnations will you?”
The girls jumped on their bikes and sped off to the cemetery, eager to look around the gravestones for bunches of flowers to bring back to their mother to sell, again.
Scott Wilson began dabbling in writing after discovering the joys of sci-fi and fantasy at high school. In 2008, he joined the Australian Horror Writers Association as a full financial member. Currently, Scott is an active member of the University of Texas Flash Fiction Writer, Zoetrope Virtual Studio and FlashXER Writer Groups.
In 2009 Scott qualified to become a member of The Fictioneers writing group.
His writing blog is listed on the Australian Horror & Dark Fiction webring, of which he is a member.
Scott has had 58 sci-fi, fantasy, horror and crime short stories published in a variety of print magazines and electronic ezines.