Friday, 5 June 2015

rose petals

June 3


The Feng Shui expert warned me against storing dried and dead things 

but these crumpled, shrivelled petals have infused life and vigour into me.

As a shift nurse, I had to dispense potions to the in-house patients.

Annie held a bright pink rose and smiled. I didn't. She plucked the petals 

and asked me to inhale the happiness.  

The next day, the rose lay withered on the bed next to her pale body. 

I picked the six petals, each for a year she lived and enriched lives with 

her sunny smile and diseased body.


Annie’s smile adorns my face.


                       written for  :  Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge