Pale White Roses
I’m falling.
Not really though, it was just a dream. I look over at the clock, 2pm. Great. I groan as I roll over to see sunlight beaming pride,y through the dark red curtains. My medicine bottle is almost empty. It was for my delusions, they’ve gotten worse after my moms death. I’m not gonna take them today. I think to myself. I need a break from them..
A letter gets pushed out from under the door. I cautiously walk over towards the note, a shadow moves past. I flinch backwards when it moves swiftly across the floor. I quickly grab the note and step back. I place it on the coffee table and walk over to the kitchen to get some coffee. As I go to open the freezer I see the letter on the freezer door being held by a magnet. But I could’ve sworn…whatever. I grab the piece of paper and open it.
[To whom it may concern, this is an invitation to a flower viewing in 328 Parker view off of 59th avenue.
Please dress appropriately for windy weather and sunny skies. This event occurs on 8/12 @6:30pm. We hope you will choose to join us!]
8/12…that’s today. I guess I could go. I wasn’t doing anything today anyways. Weird..my mom died on that day last year…same time too…must be a coincidence. I get ready to go to this flower viewing. Hey, maybe they have pale white roses..my moms favorite flower…
As I head out the door into the hallway..it seems dimmer..in a weird way. I shrug it off and go down the stairs.
I arrived at the address and waited on a bench inside the building, it was pretty tall for a flower shop. A tall pale man walks up to me..he seems unreal. “I assume you are here for the flower viewing madam?”
“Yes..Yes I am..”
“Follow me.”
He sounds so uptight. We go up the stairs to what seems like the top floor. I look around and..there they are..pale white roses! I rush over and start to look at them with awe. There was one really beautiful rose behind the rest, I step a little closer to the vase they were being held in. Next thing I know..I’m falling.
As I turn there is no flower shop, no tall pale man, and no..pale..white..roses..
It was all in my head. It’s a delusion. I see the ground fastly approaching me.
Damn. Should’ve taken my medicine.
He sits on the couch. He’s tall, pale, and uptight. He turns on the tv to the news. “HEADLINES! Delusional woman throws herself off an abandoned building. Proclaimed dead on August 12th at 6:30pm.”
He smiles..he begins to write another letter for a flower viewing…
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