Rose’s Roses

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks toMarie Gail Stratford for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

Why do roses have thorns?

Why do they smell sweet?

My garden blooms with roses, but why do I see you. Their fragrance embraces me like it’s you.


Our relationship had just started to bloom. Our bond was only getting sweeter. Each day as I sank in your arms, thinking we were strong; you knew, life’s petal was being plucked slowly from you.

Clutching garden scissors I ask, “What shall I do of these… you had planted them so well?”

I prune the dead ones. For the plants, I let the water seep into their soil that holds them.

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