The Bitter Rose
A summers day blooms the most beautiful flowers - both colours and scents. A blanket of wild flowers - bordered by evergreen trees…attracts lovers to delve within their cushioned aroma. The golden glow within the purest blue sky…beats down upon those who wish to appreciate the natural beauty.
A visit to the beauty spot - a handful of flowers picked - destined to be given to a mother or lover. Tulips, bluebells, orchids, for-get-me-nots,buttercups,daises - and a single Red Rose - bedded between the mulitiple colours.
A gentle touch falls upon the single rose - his finger tips stroking at the soft petals before strolling down the stem and then…SNAPP!…the single red rose is taken. For who? His Mother? or his lover?
He has someone with him - and strolls through the flowers…following the same path out that lead them in…the rose clasped within one hand as his fingers on his other hand tickled hers - her chuckle echoing as they reached the end. Their heads askew as they kissed goodbye - him going his way, and her the other…as a kiss upon her fingers is blown towards him.
Parted he heads home - a police lady sitting with his children - their eyes full of sorrow as they lifted their heads - the police lady stands and approaches him…’i'm sorry sir, your wife is dead.’
The disheartening words distanced as he thought of his guilt - he was out with his lover - when he should have been with their mother.
’she tried calling you sir, her car broke down, but she couldn’t get through - the children came home with their aunt today - luckily - as a lorry struck - she had no chance.’
The rose relased from his hand and come to rest upon the floor - his seven year old daughter approached and picked the rose up…’is this for mummy? She would’ve loved it daddy.’
His head fell with shame,and a river of tears carried his guilt - his daughters hand clasping his…’i'll look after you daddy!
A visit to the beauty spot - a handful of flowers picked - destined to be given to a mother or lover. Tulips, bluebells, orchids, for-get-me-nots,buttercups,daises - and a single Red Rose - bedded between the mulitiple colours.
A gentle touch falls upon the single rose - his finger tips stroking at the soft petals before strolling down the stem and then…SNAPP!…the single red rose is taken. For who? His Mother? or his lover?
He has someone with him - and strolls through the flowers…following the same path out that lead them in…the rose clasped within one hand as his fingers on his other hand tickled hers - her chuckle echoing as they reached the end. Their heads askew as they kissed goodbye - him going his way, and her the other…as a kiss upon her fingers is blown towards him.
Parted he heads home - a police lady sitting with his children - their eyes full of sorrow as they lifted their heads - the police lady stands and approaches him…’i'm sorry sir, your wife is dead.’
The disheartening words distanced as he thought of his guilt - he was out with his lover - when he should have been with their mother.
’she tried calling you sir, her car broke down, but she couldn’t get through - the children came home with their aunt today - luckily - as a lorry struck - she had no chance.’
The rose relased from his hand and come to rest upon the floor - his seven year old daughter approached and picked the rose up…’is this for mummy? She would’ve loved it daddy.’
His head fell with shame,and a river of tears carried his guilt - his daughters hand clasping his…’i'll look after you daddy!
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