"A Valentines Story" drabbles by Frenchie

Thanks but no thanks.

A Valentines Story #4

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.

Wrong number on Valentine day...

A Valentines Story #3

Everything was arranged to perfection. The white table cloth, the china dishes and crystal glasses, red candles giving a soft, romantic glow to the room, all was well, she thought, as she slipped into her evening dress.
The butterflies in her stomach wouldn't stop fluttering. Her Valentine date was simply gorgeous.
She ran to the door as the bell rung. She flung it open and found her mum standing there with a bottle of bubbly.
-Mum, what are you doing here?, she asked.
-You said come at 8, answered her mother, checking her phone.

The girl then realised her mistake.

The Valentine Ghost

A Valentines Story #2

I have a regular admirer for Valentine. I don't know him, he always comes after midnight. I was nicely reading my book when suddenly, I felt lips brushing my lips. I jumped back, but then, I felt a hand caressing in my hair. I would like to sleep but I feel him next to me, he has a nice smell of leather and cologne. So I carry on reading because if I sleep, I know I'll find a single rose on my pillow in the morning.
A gift from my Valentine Ghost. And that scares the shit out of me.

The Valentine date

A Valentines Story #1

She closed the door, light hearted and so pretty. She had a date. She found the perfect match, at last. Tonight would be her night.
He smiled in the mirror. A dangerous but good looking man. He went to his laptop, erased a few profiles from the dating agency, covered his tracks. Yes, he found the perfect girl. Big trusting eyes, a shy smile, curvy and alone in the world, just ripe for him to comfort her.
He picked up the bunch of roses, the little vial of Rohypnol, his Swiss newest razor thin blade.
Tonight would be the night.