The color of her affections

I never knew Kelly but I do get a sense of the love that her family and friends had for her.

As I gaze out at the beautiful blue ocean across this magnificent memorial mosaic chair, I am  reminded by the colour of her affections, that even in the sadness of her death, the beauty of love and friendship remains.

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.

When love is more than love

An interesting concept. Surely love is just love regardless of its current shape or form. 

It can’t  be much less than those exacting expectations we place on our lover. When could it be more? What if it doesn’t feel like love anymore?

 What is love if not a set of mixed emotions? Do we really truly love someone  or something, or is it just that we enjoy being in love with the idea of love – under any circumstances?

Romantic love has its time in our lives but what happens when the first glow of passionate love fades?  Is this when love becomes more complex?  

A mothers love is all-encompassing in those first years of infant dependence. How loving is that mother? Does love conquer all?

Is this when love is more than love? 

Putting My Feet in the DirtOctober’s Writing prompts.This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.