Sunday Outing – #FridayFictioneers

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Written for Friday Fictioneers

A creature of habit, he woke up at 6:15 am. A cold shower and a good shave made him look human, as Lily never failed to tell him. Donning his best suit, he combed his hair while whistling a gleeful tune.

Hopping onto his bicycle, he went to the village square and bought a bunch of yellow roses. 35 years, and he had never once failed to get Lily flowers on a Sunday. He met Lily, gave her the flowers and sat beside her for a while.

So what if Lily didn’t talk to him! Her memories still did.

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