Smokey Roses

Tyler James didn't think that getting a Valentines gift would be this difficult.

Smoky Roses

February 14, 2011

Tyler James opened the door to his gray 2011 Chrysler 200 with his one available hand. The other carrying a warm cup of starbuck’s coffee. As the car door quickly swung open, he placed the warm espresso in the open cup holder and stepped into his car. When the engine started, a low but obvious jingle began to sing in his pocket. He pulled out his new Blackberry phone and scanned it to find the caller I.D. of his wife, Amy.

“Hello?”

“Hey Ty, just calling to see when you might be getting home.” her enthusiastic voice answered.
“Probably around 7:30. Why?“

“We have that dinner party with the rest of the band later and I want to make sure the lyrics are done and ready, and since it’s Valentine’s day-”

“Wait what?” his voice rising with confusion.

“You know, Valentine’s day the day were you show love and affections to your love ones.” she finished sarcastically.

“Oh yes, I got you something.” He lied.

“Really! That’s so sweet. What is it?”

“Uh...It’s a surprise!” double lie.

“Aw! Thank you so much! I’ll call you back later, I’m going to drop Jacob off at Mary’s for the night.”
“Okay see you later.” He hung up the phone and turned quickly onto the intersection that led to all the closest jewelry shops. His heart started to race as his options began to dwindle.

‘Okay, Okay. She can’t have chocolate or any type of un-allergy friendly candy, no necklaces, or bracelets.... ugh!’ he mentally screamed. He pulled over and stopped at a busy cafe to collect his thoughts and finish his song for later. The tapping pen as it hit the paper was echoing through his mind. Trying to pierce the horribly thick wall of intense writer's block.He looked at his watch and started to panic. He quickly started to jot down ideas for a love song. Each one being turned down by the anxiety coursing through his veins. His head popped up as the jingle of a bell caught his ear. A older women holding a lighted cigarette in one hand and a noisy loud bell was selling roses on the other side of the street. His heart rate slowed with relief. He shoved the unfinished lyrics into his pocket. After standing up and walking out of the cafe and jogging over to the rose stand, he asked very politely.

“Ma'am?” She turned over and looked at him with hope filled eyes.

“Yes?”

“How much are- *cough, cough* these roses?”

“Ten dollars a dozen.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and took out ten dollars from his pocket and handed it to her as she traded her roses with him. He took a whiff just to inhale the smell of smoke from the cigarette resulting in another coughing fit. He looked up to thank her as the sound of screeching tires interrupted him. He turned his head to see a large truck tipping over and falling toward him and the forty year old saleswoman. Everything moved in slow motion but he still managed to push the women out of the way before a burst of pain consumed his leg and his consciousness.

((((Hours Later))))

His eyes fluttered as he tried to open them but resulted in him slamming them shut at the bright lights around him burned his sensitive pupils. The immediate response was to use his other senses:

Taste:
dry dirt

Feel:
cold, achy

Smell:
cleanliness

Hear:
beeping from a machine
guitar?

He tried to open his eyes again but was unsuccessful. ‘Okay i’m in a hospital probably? After that wreck I wouldn’t be surprised. But the guitar?’ The frustration of the lack of one of his senses was starting to get the best of him. He tried to speak but the sound of his hoarse and scratchy voice stopped him. But that was enough. The beautiful guitar playing stopped and quick footsteps walked over to him.

“Tyler,” a unnaturally calm voice said. “How are you feeling?”

‘Yep, Amy.’ he thought to himself. “Like I got hit a truck.”

“Well that would make sense, some drunk with a license hit you.”

“I remember.” He said with his eye still closed. “What was with the guitar?”

“I was practicing the song. I like the chorus. It was very pretty. But I did have to add something to make it perfect” After a moment he was able to open his eyes and look over to his wife.

“What did you add?’’ He glanced over to the desk next to him that had flowers and card covering it.

“Oh nothing too special, well it’s special to me anyway.” And now he was really curious. “What is it?”

Amy stood up and walked over to a burned bouquet of roses and taking out two.,“Just something about smoky roses.” she said as she place one in his bandaged hand. He gave a heartfelt glance up at his wife. His pale brown eyes flashing a sign of happiness. ‘Best Valentine’s day gift ever!’

Author's Note

Enjoy my friends

Reviews

[Academy6]

This is awesome! Great ending! I am sure the teachers and other readers enjoyed it vey much!!! :)