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