THE SCENT OF ROSES
Celebwen Telcontar: Just a little one-shot ficlet that came into my mind. Roses were everywhere. They always were. Their garden was overrun by massive bushes of roses of every shape, color and breed. There were even some there that had been thought extinct. The scent permeated the air always. Every day Eric awoke to the cloying smell of the flowers, the small little ones in pots at their bedside, the large climbing ones on trellises trying to come in through the window, the bushes covered in the blossoms every day, even in winter. In their scrapbook was a petal of a shell-pink rose. He hadn't asked at the time why it was at the front, and she didn't explain. It was just there with a stiff roll of cardboard housing a tiny roll of toilet paper. They had three children: Valerie, Victor, and Violet. The Victor and the Violet were obvious; Violet Carson roses were his wife's favorite. Victor was because they were the head of the new government and his wife had helped usher in that new land. But Valerie... Probably for that actress. Valerie Paige. He had once taken the roll of toilet paper out of the scrapbook, and had read the faded words. They had made him physically ill; knowing what Sutler was doing to the populous. Valerie Paige had written it. And his wife explained that the actress had saved her life. She didn't explain more than that, and he didn't pry. The Violet Carson roses Valerie Paige had talked about were everywhere. And Eric Finch hated the scent of roses. Celebwen Telcontar: Please review, people!
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