Hey, hey, hey there! Hope all is well with you. I've not been posting as I wish here at Steemit as my time has been severely mortgaged. I am terribly addicted to my Friday Fictioneers challenge, so at least that gets written. And shared with you!

Thanks to Tracey and Rochelle's back and forth on my posted "Secret Admirer" pic (on Facebook), it got chosen as a prompt...

I will be most interested in seeing what others come up with!

Should you want to join in on the fun, click on Rochelle's name for the rules and regs. To simply enjoy reading the other stories, click on ze bleu frogue...

©Dale Rogerson

Genre: Fiction

Word count: Really? Always 100!

Too Little, Too Late

Boxes packed, she took one more look around the place, trying to feel something. Anything. She couldn't. She was numb.

After years of working at what she thought would be a wonderful future, she finally accepted that she was the only one doing the building.

Every time she got to a point of wanting to give up, he turned on the charm; became the most attentive lover, the best partner and she'd be fooled into staying.

Not this time. She was not going to waste the rest of her life with such a man.

He could keep his damn flowers.