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Topic: Write in the ROMANCE genre (04/19/07)
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TITLE: A Rose in Time | Previous Challenge Entry
By Pat Guy
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Over her shoulder she took in the view of their backyard. She moved in closer. His tender care had created their own exotic paradise of palms and flowers. A lingering sigh clouded the sliding glass doors – her handprints a touch away from English Ivy winding its way up a black iron trellis.
She was dressed and ready, as always on this special day …Why did he always make her wait? She had given up long ago of prodding him along. She looked back at the roses and went to take her place on the bench. Something she did while waiting for him, she wondered if maybe this was the reason he always took so long. She placed her hands on the keys and closed her eyes … a soft delicate scent touched her fingers – and she began.
The tick, tick, tick of the old chime clock was caught up in a dance of melody and fragrance – swirling and twirling … flowing as one. A love song of no words – their song.
She hadn’t expected the tears, for she wasn’t sad. On the contrary, she had good news to share. Oh Darling, you’ll be so happy! This day of all days!
Her fingers, her wrists, her arms relaxed as she sighed her thoughts, The roses are so lovely … I can’t wait!
She got up, leaned over and cupped the roses as she buried her face in their soft bed of sweet petals – the tears she shed were filled with a satisfaction her heart could barely contain … she spoke to the love the roses held in his absence …
“Oh my love … finally … finally … I’ll be with you soon. It won’t be long now. We agreed – no lingering death for either of us. The kids understand. They’ve been through it before. And now finally … soon … maybe by Christmas, I’ll be there. Why … oh why did I have to wait so long?”
She sat down and rested her head in her arms on the mantelpiece … and wept.
The old clock hushed it’s mournful note … a soft delicate scent lifted her head and she closed her eyes, her fingers stroked the keys – and she began.
The tick, tick, tick of the old chime clock was caught up in a dance of melody and fragrance – swirling and twirling … flowing as one. A love song of no words – their song.
And as she played on, and as time passed … he waited … with a rose of every color in Heaven.
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