Red Roses (99 Words)
Clair had never liked red roses. They seemed to her too garish. Anyway there wasn’t much to be lost our gained in philosophizing over flowers, so Clair never really thought twice about whether she liked red roses or not until that roadside walk.
There he had stood with that rose between his fingers, breathing it in. The look in his eyes was so soft and charmed that for the first time, Clair loved roses. And for the first time she was trimming a bouquet, hoping it would be the first thing he saw when he came through the door.
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Written in response to Carrot Ranch’s Flash Fiction Challenge. Check it out!
Ah, amore. ❤🌹
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What a sweet story. The way you paced this and elongated the transition from garish to rose-lover is beautiful.
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Thank you so much! Wallie and I are glad you enjoyed it.
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