Memorial

 Day  28 of the Flash Fiction Marathon: Photo Prompt

Until Princess Diana died and she saw the endless sea of flowers left at the palace gates, she'd never thought of doing such a thing.

She wasn't a fan of cut flowers, thinking it cut off their lives too early and were a complete waste of money.

Her car stopped by the tree and she made sure it was far enough off the road that no passing and out of control vehicle would hit her as she wired the bouquet to the bark. Maybe they would live longer if she didn't remove the wet plastic at the roots.

This was the fifth time she'd made this pilgrimage on this date. Unlike her, her Mom had loved cut flowers especially in bright colors. 

Maybe this was the last year she'd do this. Her Mom was gone. The flowers would be gone. Or maybe not.