Prompt:
The night was cold and dark, not a soul insight besides a quiet old man wandering
the streets.
People thought he was strange but deep down he felt so alone .
He came to a stop in front of an old grave site that marked the day his only son
was taken from
him. Water filled his eyes and slowly trickled down his stone cold face. All the
memories flooded
back and pain filled his heart, he glanced down at the tulip in his hand standing
tall like his son
once did, reminding him to stay strong.