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

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