Something lives beneath the roses.
She didn’t plant them. They just appeared. Lush, vibrant, and blooming impressively fast.
She’s never seen what’s below. But she knows it’s there.
A ripple in the soil, a shimmer if the full moon hits just right.
So she waters. Feeds it bone meal and Miracle-Gro. Keeps the earth damp, the roots undisturbed.
And the roses grow.
They’re magnificent this year. Bigger than ever. Glowing with colour.
Geraldine’s dahlias don’t stand a chance.
She pictures the ribbon, the applause.
And in the dark, the thing under the roses stirs.
She hopes it’s proud of her.
She didn’t plant them. They just appeared. Lush, vibrant, and blooming impressively fast.
She’s never seen what’s below. But she knows it’s there.
A ripple in the soil, a shimmer if the full moon hits just right.
So she waters. Feeds it bone meal and Miracle-Gro. Keeps the earth damp, the roots undisturbed.
And the roses grow.
They’re magnificent this year. Bigger than ever. Glowing with colour.
Geraldine’s dahlias don’t stand a chance.
She pictures the ribbon, the applause.
And in the dark, the thing under the roses stirs.
She hopes it’s proud of her.
