Posted by: DIYwriting | May 14, 2022

Red Rose

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson 

I knew the only thing that needed to move to the new house was the rose. The single red rose was the last memory I had of Johnson. This memory needed to stay with me forever. I wondered how I could keep the rose alive when in reality, I knew it wouldn’t live much longer. Johnson had been my one and only and I didn’t know what I would do without him. When the rose finally died, I suddenly realized I was on my own. Until then, I never knew what it felt like to be free. To be alive. 

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  1. You set me up well; I was surprised at the ending. Well done.

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  2. Ah. That was a twist. Now I’m wondering what went on between her and Johnson.

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  3. I hope she gets healed from her grief sooner rather than later. It’s tough when beauty (of the rose) and pain (of Johnson’s memory) are linked like that.

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  4. Well composed. I am optimistic about where this story may go. 🙂

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