I pass by this street vendor every day. He always has fresh flowers and a cheery good morning. I stop and pick out a small bouquet for her. She has always loved flowers. These will surely convey my love in a sweet way. Being early for work, I have plenty of time to see her. Visiting every day gives me a good feeling.
I turn up the path to the small cemetery at the end of the road. Greeting her as I do every day with “Hello my love”, replacing the bouquet from yesterday, “I miss you.”
The Bag Lady 
Loved this… Just lovely enough to balance the sad side of the story 🙂 Bravo!
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Lovely tale, good that this vendor is there to brighten up each day. Thanks so much for stopping by the Tale Weaver this week.
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