The prose in this story, particularly in your opening, has the effortless fluidity of poetry. The words felt like they were organically embedding themselves into my being as I read, so that I felt at one with the flora of the garden in unison with Millie lying amongst the foxgloves. You offer only a whisper into the lives of these characters, and yet they are deeply saturated with the colors of the garden and your colorful words.
Such a compelling, melancholy story, framed with beautiful flowers and beautiful language. I feel strongly for Beman and Millie, both having to face death in different ways: one wanting to hold on, the other wondering what it will be like to let go. I do hope Millie finds peace in the flowers.
Absolutely beautiful. I love the role of the garden and the flowers. It's nostalgic and sweet all at once!
Oh wow. This story is so powerful, and so heartbreaking. The allusions to nature are very poignant, especially when the garden becomes tangled and overgrown during Millie’s chemotherapy. Wonderful job with this story!
That was beautifully written. There's a poetic quality to this. Well done!