A rose, deep, dark and red, left behind like a prisoner of words unsaid, a rose that time forgot, still standing alone in the cold frosty Gothic fog, icy rain and snow, the moon at its fullest, the beautiful storm, the thunder as it roars, the moment the lightning tears the sky apart, the quiet sunset. A rose to say I'm sorry I was late, too immature to understand that time simply will not wait; a rose that was black, now a deep dark red, you gave me life and your heart, so I gave you my my arm. A rose.
15/12/2022 04:26:09 pm
Just wonderful, Alex. I particularly like the first sentence that goes on and on - resilient like the narrator and the rose.
Sue Clayton
17/12/2022 03:56:46 am
Beautiful imagery.
Kendra Judge
17/12/2022 06:57:46 pm
Lovely!
Alex B
20/12/2022 02:08:07 am
Thank you all I’m glad you like it 20/12/2022 05:17:29 pm
Congratulations on being nominated - best of luck as the votes are counted!
Ceri Marriott
27/12/2022 06:32:46 pm
Loved this story, Alex. Comments are closed.
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