Roses are Red

A story I wrote years ago, I got really really bored, and I write weird things when I get bored. I never finished it though, like so many of my other works....

This is the story of my life that I can remember... It is short, yes, but I learned a lot about love throughout my trials and experiences. I felt like I had to write it down for future generations to read, and possibly learn from. It goes like this....

*Sighs* 'Another day, just sitting here not doing anything productive and just wasting myself away in this small flower shop.' says a young red rose to herself. She is smaller than her acquaintances and her petals weren't yet in full bloom. 'I will most likely be stuck here doing or seeing nothing my whole short life...' she continued.

The sweet tinkling of bells brought the me out of my thoughts. A man had just walked in. He was tall, his short dark hair was a mess, yet he was wearing a suite and tie. He hurriedly walked up to the store clerk.

"I'd like to buy a rose for my daughter, she has her Christmas concert tonight." said the man in a noticeably impatient voice.

"Well," said the clerk, "we have a variety of roses here if you'd like to take a look." He motioned to where I was. I got excited, maybe he would pick me! The clerk led the man closer to me as he looked around.

"I will probably choose a red or pink one, since those are her favorite colors." said the man as he edged closer to me. By then, the clerk had already walked back behind the counter, only looking up and grunting when he heard the mans voice.

After a couple of minutes of searching, the man startled me when he picked me, of all of the more beautiful roses. Holding my stem gently he laid me on the counter as he talked to the clerk.

 "I chose a young one so it will last her longer. " he said as he counted out the change from his pocket.

"Good choice," grunted the clerk while handing the man his change.

When the man left, he hurriedly grabbed the bag I was in and walked to his car. After about fifteen minutes of driving, it appeared as though we had arrived.

We were at a tall building with many cars in the parking lot, and people hurrying to get inside. He picked me up and quickly walked into the building.

"Crap, I'm late," I heard him say to himself, while checking his watch.

We were soon in a big auditorium with hundreds of people sitting in seats. The lights were dim, but the stage with children singing and dancing was brightly lit. After about an hour, the performance ended, and a little girl was running up to the man.

I saw at once that she was very pretty. Her glossy dark brown curls went almost down to her waist, and her deep green eyes were glowing.

"Did you see me daddy?! Did you see me?" she asked her father eagerly in a voice that resembled music.

"Yes princess, I did! You were wonderful!" replied the man enthusiastically as he looked at her with pride. He then took me out of my bag and handed me gently to the little girl.

"This is for you my darling Alexis, you did wonderful!" he said. Alexis beamed, clearly excited about getting me, a small red rose. She caressed me and jumped to hug her father.

"Thanks daddy," she whispered in his ear. Then, looking up at him, "But where is mommy?" she inquired.

"I don't know honey, maybe she got stuck at work." he said, annoyance flashing in his face, the quickly disappearing.

They made their way home and Alexis wouldn't let me go until we reached their house. She got a small quaint vase, filled it with water, and carefully set me inside. Placing me on the center of the dinner table, I noticed my surroundings for the first time.

The house I was in was small, but fairly clean. The furniture was old and worn out, but the place looked like someone had at least tried to make it look nice. It was then that I noticed that there wasn't anyone in the house but Alexis and her dad.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Tim Piotrowicz]

My only question is "Will you make more short stories like this?" because my comment is "Its awesome!"

I loved the point of view reading and I began to think of the endless possibilities of, one, where the story could go and what the lil' pink rose would tell us readers, two, would it be a happy ending or would the rose get broken in forgetful childish excitement, and three, what would the rose's last thoughts be at the end of the story.

I was a bit sad to see there was no last thoughts except for "they gave me a drink" and I liked that, but there could be a conclusion referring back to the start when the rose was complaining. This is only a small suggestion in an otherwise flawless and beautiful gem of a story. Do this again if mood strikes you!

P.S. is there a reason the title is about red roses? or are you just referring to the ageless starting lines of that poem we all know?

[Jade]

Ha ha, I didn't think anyone would like this one. Yes, I will probably make more short stories like this, I never seem to be able to finish anything much longer than that. Thank you for this awesome review! I've been thinking about redoing/finishing it. If I rewrite it, I'll definitely post it. We will see where it takes me. I haven't touched it in years, so who knows where it will go. I really appreciate your comments, it means a lot. :)

[AnApple]

I feel the ending and beginning were a bit weaker than the other parts, do to it being a little bit vague, but I was honestly smiling the whole time I was reading this. It was just so sweet! And most of the time it managed to be pleasantly subtle rather than vague. It's also very well written, making it quite satisfying to read, and the whole concept was extremely creative. The relationship between Alexis and her father is easily understood, and you manage to make him flawed yet someone we can empathize with in barely no time at all. It's really impressive that you can write in a way that's just so damn fun! So impressive, in fact that I'm going to subscribe.