Appreciation

I never throw rose petals away, even after the flowers have wilted. The extracted goodness of the petals goes into my skincare regime, and the softness lives on.

The ones I immersed in water today started bleeding purple. It was the artificial color sprayed on the petals by the florist.

The rose stem looked askance at me,

“Do you really value goodness? Why would you try to mask it with your expectations then?”

I prefer keeping a rose plant in the house, now, rather than buying roses from the florist. The stem of the rose had asked a pertinent question.

(100 words)

 

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