Marissa’s nose turned up at the single red rose. She threw it into the trash with gusto and wiped one hand against the other.
“That’s it! I am done with him. One rose? One single rose? I thought he loved me. I thought he cared. Well! I am done with Richard!â€
Jenna rescued the rose and placed it with care on her desk. She shook her head at the silliness of Marissa’s outrage and mourned the loss of her one true love.
“I miss you, Henry. Thank you for loving me all those years.â€
One single rose: I still love you.
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This is for Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge: rose.
Ah, the language of roses… I tapped into that with my piece this week too.
What a lovely story. I truly felt the pain of Jenna’s loss. Well done.
Blessings,
Cheryl
It’s all about perception. You can see that single rose as a cheap cop out or as a beautiful declaration
Wow, that’s a spectacular valentine! And the reference to floriology didn’t go unnoticed. 😉