Cassie loved the lilac bushes bordering the dirt road up to their farmhouse, and spent many summer afternoons playing with her dolls in the grass beneath them, sheltered by the dense canopy of leaves. Purple was her very favorite color, and she was certain that lilacs must be the scent of Heaven.
When Cassie turned eleven, her mama took sick with pneumonia, and despite the doctor's efforts, she died in the month of June. No one had much money for funerals or flowers, so they filled their parlor where the wake was held with lilacs, and covered the simple wooden casket with even more.
Years later, when Cassie and her husband moved into a house surrounded by lilac bushes, she surprised him by demanding that they be cut down, saying they reminded her far too much of Heaven.
I'm linking up with Lillie McFerrin at Five Sentence Fiction
where the writing prompt this week is "purple"