Here is another episode of Friday Fictioneers, the post where 100 authors share 100 words off of a photo prompt provided by blog-hostess Rochelle. Check out the diversity in the stories shared by clicking the link above and by following the blue frog to the stories.
Here is the weekly prompt and my story:
Photo by: Roger Bultot
The Garden At Life’s Edge
By J.E. Lillie
We used to climb the stairs to the roof every weekend. She would hand me the garden claw and I would bend to weeding her roof-top garden while she deadheaded the flowers. We were both younger then.
It’s been years since we made that climb together. She barely reaches the last step. I can hear her weeping as we step into what’s left of the ruined roofscape.
I place my hand on Nana’s quivering shoulder.
“We’ll fix it, Nana.” I say.
But she knows there is no fixing this garden at life’s edge.
Lillie-Put 
I think it can be fixed with the help of the grandchild.
A tear jerker! Beautiful though.
Lily
Thanks you!
At life’s edge … a difficult place to make amends.
Absolutely true.
They should still try; for the future generations!
You are right.
How sad!
Thank you.
This is a precious seen you have depicted here, Pastor J! It brings back fond memories of my Nana. Thank you!!!
You are welcome Deb.
I like stories that make me wonder. And here I wondered whether ‘life’s edge’ was a post-apocalyptic reference, or whether it was a symbol of Nana’s life drawing to a close. Good one, Joseph.
Oh I hadn’t thought of the post apocalyptic take on the matter rather of the lady’s end drawing near. But the destruction of the world being met by old age is an interesting twist to consider.
“At life’s edge” changes the whole meaning about the story- the tears are no longer for a garden for something bigger than that. Well written.
Thank you!