This story was purposely written to have 55 words (excluding title).  It’s modeled after the ones in a book which I believe is titled The World’s Shortest Stories of Love and Death.  Anyway, I thought it was a pretty interesting format so here is my work.  Tell me what you think!

Bouquet

Flowers firmly in his grasp, he set off.  He paused at the creaky gate before continuing.  As he reached the 3rd row, a tear fell.  Then another.  He could smell the flowery fragrance.  It reminded him of her, when he carried these to her hands instead of, instead of…

He laid them beside the stone.