The Rose and the Crying Cello

A lone rose thrown on the beach lies lonely and forsaken out at the end of the pier behind rusty old trash cans a beat down broken cello cries the rose takes notice and emits a single high pitched note directed at the anguished cello in distress the rose resembles a small red flame of dancing fire the cello turns its body towards the flame and hears the note a feeling of joy brightens its facade one can tell they’re both seeking a companion she coyly opens her fragrance of possibilities her delicate scent combines different essences meant to ease the cello’s pain, the cello feels love and the pain vanishes a mild wind blows the rose closer to the cello the rose changes the high pitched note to a more soothing note after a whirlwind romance love blossomed bringing these two disparate entities together a strong wind hurls them towards the center of the universe and were not heard from again but the scuttle bud around the universe is that after centuries they’re still together but the gossip is they never bore any children and there in this dangling dingle hides another story for another day.