Red Rose

This week’s prompt and I have chosen ”Red Rose” from

One red rose, that’s all she wanted to get on Valentine’s Day.

A whole bunch, and they only shrivelled a few days later. One rose, she could put it between a couple of pages in her diary. It was special. Since their first wedding anniversary, it was his gift. He couldn’t afford much that first year, they had second hand furniture, and hardly any money in the bank.

It wasn’t much better now, but children, a mortgage, a home, and safe space. After thirty-five years of marriage, she knew he loved her. The days when he would cook dinner, or hug her if she had a difficult day.

They shared so much, happiness, sadness, a mixture of them both.

Even though she couldn’t see the rose, but his smile said it all. He swept into the hall, and with a flourish, produced his present. ‘A rose for my beautiful girl,’ he said, with a kiss on her cheek.

‘Love you,’ she said. ‘I’ve cooked your favourite meal.’

‘Beans on toast, with an egg on top?’

He swept into the kitchen, where the meal was set.

No children, just the two of them, together like they were when they were twenty. Life had been good, but they were thankful to be together. Home was where there happy is.

No fancy restaurants, just memories and love.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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