Not a member?     Existing members login below:
Take Free-eBooks to GO! With our Mobile Apps here

The Rose

It was already starting to grow dark in the distant sky and moving quickly this way, the rain had
started streaking a path down the window giving it a look of broken glass. But I did not have time to think
about that; the best had arrived early! How sad this day was going to be, if the angels were weeping so
Although the rain covered the window I caught a glimpse of my rose, my mind was once again
spinning, all I could think of was how to save my rose. There was no way it would survive with out my
Quickly I pulled the counter drawers open, one at a time and started digging around looking for
something that, where are they? I was desperate to find them. I was now starting to throw knives forks
and spoons all over the counter top until, yes, there they were a tiny pa ir of silver scissors. Nothing but
the best will do for my rose.
I wasted no time in rushing outside, letting the door slam shut behind me. I stopped just long
enough to see how close the lighting was getting. But that did not matter I had to save my rose!
Slowly tenderly I reached up and found the best place to cut, it was just under the top five leaves.
I took the stem carefully in my hands, but I missed and garbed a thorn. Yanking my hand back I noticed
that blood was becoming mixed with the rainwater as it fell to the ground. “Can’t stop now.” I paused for
only a moment “I am sorry.” I said “But this is for your own good.” Then snip and the rose fell to the
I picked it up and ran back into the house. Now what to do. My rose had to have a special home. I
stood there just looking around the room from time to time blinking at the intensity of the lighting and
very pleased with myself at the thought of how I have just saved such a beautiful flower.
I started going through all the cabinets, moved all the plates and knocked the glass over. Then a
bowl of candy that I had been looking for went crashing to the floor. “So that’s where she hid that candy.”
Finally when I was about to give up. I took a step back and looked up. “That’s it!” the perfect
vase for my rose, way up on the top of the cabinets. Quickly I pulled a chair over from the table and with
a fast look around to make sure the kids were not watching, I climbed on to the chair.