Bloom.

 

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Bloom.

This time he bought me roses. Their razor thorns grazed his face when I cracked them across his skull. They swung so smoothly through the air, whistling as they went.

Twelve bunches of flowers in the last sixty-four days. But the roses were lavish. She must have been special. His guilt oozed from every petal.

The first time was a bunch of weak wilting daisies. Puny and pathetic. She probably had mousy brown hair. Plain Jane.

They got better looking each time. One day it was elegant, slender tulips. The next week was bright beaming amber sunflowers. That bunch hurt. I wasn’t the smiling type.

But the roses were the finest of them all. Blossoming pink spheres. Velvet to the touch. Plump, ripe and undeniably beautiful.

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  1. […] prompt was “flower” and the first image that sprung to mind was funeral flowers. I think I had a few personal things […]

  2. Donna-Louise Bishop says: Reply

    I was so late with this but I didn’t want to miss out! Enjoy your hols 🙂
    https://newshoundnovelist.wordpress.com/2015/09/17/remember-me-literary-lion-challenge-week-3/

    1. Thank you! No worries, better late than never! 🙂

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