Monday, 7 October 2013

'This Is All Your Fault'

'This is all your fault!' they bemoaned, each one echoing a circle of complaint to the others. They had seen the last of the sun and were quite upset to have been picked. But if anyone roundabout noticed anything at all, it was nothing but the faint crackle of drying petals and the last desperately heady scent of long lost roses.

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