Red roses used to adorn every room.
Things changed drastically. I fell out of love. He wasn't the same man.
I never thought he'd hurt me.
Another black rose today. It was on my dresser.
I'm shaking all over. Please, forgive me. I just can't stop crying. It's not my imagination. I know they're from him.
He didn't die that day. At least, not physically.
Oh no! Oh no!
Please...
"What happened?"
"Don't know. All you hear is sobbing, then the tape stops."
"No screams?"
"Nope."
"How'd you find her?"
"Lying on her bed, holding a bouquet of black roses."
Copyright©2008 Ruthe McDonald. All Rights Reserved.


Comments: 49
macabre and mysterious
A good literary work Ruthe.
Blessings ~
Rene
God Bless You
Tinch, I know! I wanted to leave it at the first part. Then I counted: only 78 words!!!
So, what's a gal to do! Add lib!!! :) lol! Thanks!
Thanks Reena! You are a darling, with a fine mind, filled with creativity!
great drabble... whew...
Blessings...
Regards,
Doyle I <~~~~~
Mimi