Pink Roses

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium
A short story inspired by an Imaginarium One Word Prompt.

Submitted: July 26, 2017

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Pink Roses.

Isn’t it strange how people associate roses with romance; much more than any other flower. I can’t help wondering why. Perhaps because of their ability to cause pain, to draw blood with just a careless movement.

Roses to me do not have romantic connotations, though. Instead they speak of guilt. Whenever you give me roses it is because you have done something you should not have done. You might just as well write out a full confession and hang it around your neck as give me a bunch of those two-faced flowers. At least you have the decency to avoid the blood-red ones, usually going for pink instead.

I’ll smile sweetly, and I’ll say, ‘Thank you! They are lovely.’ If you weren’t so busy avoiding my gaze you might see the truth in my eyes. You might finally understand that I see right through your act, that I am well aware of your deception.

Is she worth it? I hope so, for your sake. Because one day she will be all that you have left.

 

Inspired by the Imaginarium House One Word Prompt -- Rose.


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