Rosebud

Sometimes when you’re chasing love, it seems like the whole world is on your side. Spring is in the air, the birds sing, and life itself dances in its most glorious poetic forms. You’ll trade anything you own for one more touch, another taste, another chocolate-caramel moment frozen in time.

They fade as the morning blossom begins to wilt, the bright petal’s edges curl and brown. Of course, there can be nothing so sweet without its tiny stings. Should we complain because roses have thorns, or rejoice that thorns have roses?

“Sure honey, whatever you say. You still need cash.”

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100 words, inspired by this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt:

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12 thoughts on “Rosebud”

  1. I’m reading and I’m thinking, “what a nice philosophical post.” Then I read the last line and snort my cup of Yorkshire tea. Thanks for the wise words and the hearty chuckle, Dave 🙂

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