Friday Fictioneers – Rose

Well here we are, seven days on from the last time I Frificed, and I’m back. When was the last time I managed two weeks in a row? A while ago, that’s when.

This week, Rochelle has sent a pic of her very own

to inspire us all to create and to share our words with The Frog.

My effort is a bit different from last week’s, it’s more… well… I’m not one for spoilers, you’ll just have to read it yourself

 

Michael was always so understanding. He brought roses to our first date but when I explained I was born unable to smell, he bought glass replacements. We still have them on our table; and we named our daughter Rose in tribute.

As Rose grew older, her and Michael’s relationship floundered but, knowing I would hate to lose her, he converted the cellar into her own space, persuaded her to stay.

Until the night she left without saying goodbye. We were distraught, uncomprehending.

 

Some weeks later, the police led Michael away.

They opened the cellar door and recoiled, covering their noses.