The Red Rose

Short Story by: Nixie

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This was a flash peice I wrote (at least 5) years ago, and I just found it in one of my notebooks. It's small, but Ikinf of like it. Hope you do too.

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Submitted: July 26, 2008

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Submitted: July 26, 2008

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Erin squinted, her eyes locating the fine needle cutting through the stem of the single red rose. Once removed she cupped the head of the flower in her hands and lifted it to her nose, the smell reminding her of her Nan’s garden as it was when she was a child. The scent quickly sent her into an intoxicating daydream that left her smiling at the days she‘d ran free along the freshly cut grass with her brother.

Her Nan loved her garden, especially the red roses. Her love for them began the day Erin’s granddad gave her Nan a single red rose and a set of gardening gloves for their very first wedding anniversary. It had been tradition since that day to plant a new flower every May, which was the month of their anniversary. Their garden was beaming with colour; the best though was always the red roses.

The years passed and the garden just got brighter when the grandchildren came along. The scent was full of memories and always sent Erin back there. All it took was one rose.

It was tradition but then of course, Erin’s mother followed her own passion and not her Nan’s. Her mother was not much the gardener, rather a cook and instead opened her own cafand called it The Rose Cafe. There by the entrance of The Rose Caf was a basket of red roses from Erin’s Nan’s garden.

Her mother married a few years into her business, when profits where low along can a man, both handsome and rich who offered to buy a percentage and invest. Once together, The Rose Cafe bloomed! It was as if the fates had planned it all, the ups and the downs all for that one moment.

Erin closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of the rose again as a soft breeze came from the open window to her right where she knew her friend was sitting.

“Are you ready?” her friend asked.

A voice came softly beside her and she looked up, surprised to see her friend there in front of her waiting for an answer. Looking over her friends shoulder she saw her mum and her Nan both holding a bunch of red roses.

Erin nodded firmly, “Yes, I think so” she answered, though her voice was not as firm as her nod.

Erin’s mother stepped forward and reached out, taking the single red rose from her in exchange for the bouquet of roses. The single red rose was for him, her husband to be.

“I will make sure he gets it” her mother said softly. “Now, don’t you just look beautiful!” she beamed proudly.

“Absolutely!” her Nan agreed.

Erin held the bouquet to her chest and turned toward the mirror which stood to her left, checking her dress for the last time. At last, she smiled to herself; it was her turn to take part in their tradition by using nothing but red roses from her Nan’s garden, for her wedding day!


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The Red Rose

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