Ellie's Orange Roses

Prompted flash fiction: orange roses, whale, cabin

Ellie’s orange roses rest in a cracked blue vase on the table by the kitchen window. The sun shines through the window, making the vase glow, and the sea breeze brings the scent of the roses across the room to where Ellie sits in Gram’s rocker, sipping samovar tea and looking out to sea. She wanted to go pick uutuk, sea urchins, today, but she’s tired, …