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Dry leaves fall off some plants, just as petals of dying roses join the dead leaves. Oma's eyes sheen with unshed tears. Her once blooming flower garden is dying.
"Oma, are you in here?" Patrick, her grandson peeps into the garden. "Oh no! I'm here now. We'll revive this garden!"
This is my submission in a Zapfic 50-character microstory form to the Freewrite prompt "flower garden". To participate, click here.