Thanks but no thanks.
A would-be lover offered me a single rose. Bending on one knee, he said, ‘’A rose for a rose, small token of my undying love, for I swear by the sun and the heavens above to always cherish you. Please, don’t turn me away.’’
For one fleeting moment, I was tempted to accept. After all, I could do with a bit of love so, why not? But then I remembered why I don’t like cut flowers. Flowers, like broken hearts, bleed when cut, dying within a few hours. Kindly, I told my suitor to give the rose to another.
- Category: Fantasy
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Neville Hunt about 1 year ago
Ah! What a lovely tale, well told, Frenchie! Whilst I love giving cut flowers as gifts, partly because of their short-(but-beautifully)-lived nature, I will never be able to stop thinking of them bleeding to death. It’s kind of like a sacrifice 🥴
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Frenchie about 1 year ago
😉 thank you, Neville. You know when people give me flowers, I accept them graciously but later on, even days or months later, I casually mention my views on poor cut flowers. So, they remember….
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Neville Hunt about 1 year ago
I promise never to give you cut flowers then Frenchie... just the odd laugh or two if I can! 😅😂🤣
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Brian Mackinney about 1 year ago
I’ll remember if we meet
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Brian Mackinney about 1 year ago
I’ll remember if we meet
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Frenchie about 1 year ago
well, thank you both 🥰
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VerityAlways about 1 year ago
Great one, Frenchie!
