This is my response to Crimson’s Creative Challenge #150
The CCC challenge is open for everyone and asks for creative responses like flash-fic stories, poems, pictures, captions, and, and, and… check it out!
I didn’t plant roses on your grave. You never liked them.
“They look artificial,” you always said and sneered.
When we were younger, I agreed with you, as I did with almost anything. I felt it was my duty to not only love you, but to support you. I got your back.
It was like a slap in the face when you met other women behind my back. It was a wake-up call.
Over time, I came to love roses. I planted them in every corner you hadn’t declared ‘needed for growing useful plants’. I protected my roses. You complained. I defied.
“It’s your own fault, you provoked me,” you said after you beat me half to death that night.
The next morning, you had a mishap with my garden fork.
No, I didn’t plant roses on your grave, I planted onions and chards. They never grew that marvelous before.