Rose Flower

Rose Flower; Short Story
Topic Started: Aug 1 2008, 01:48 AM (38 Views)
Ashleigh	Aug 1 2008, 01:48 AM Post #1
Graphics Professional Posts: 75 Group: Admins Member #1 Joined: Jul 6, 2008	Rose Flower Rose Flower. Two special words that used to make me smile every time I heard them. Now, t brings back memories; memories of the happier times. Ones where I would laugh at everything smile at everything. Those two words now make me sad whenever they are spoken. I hear it in my head now. Rose Flower; my life. Rose Flower; a story of a little girl… “Granny, Granny” she would call to me as her small figure skipped over to me. She was a cheerful little girl. Curly, blonde hair, dark blue eyes and never without a smile on her face. Her tiny arms would wrap around me in a hug. “I love you, Granny” she would say to me. “I love you too, Rosie” I would tell her. She said that to me every morning. She would skip up, calling my name and then give me a hug. She would then tell me that she loved me. I would always tell her I loved her too. I did. She meant everything to me. I wasn’t really her Granny, though. She would always tell me how she had three Grannies. I was her favourite. Together, Rosie and I, would have a good time. Every afternoon, she would come over to keep me company. With her, she would bring her dolls. She would sit them around the table and then come to bake cookies with me. When they were ready, we would have tea party with her toys. If she didn’t feel like that one day, then we would play dress-up instead. She would look like she was going to work. “I want to be a teacher” she would tell me. So I was her student, while she taught me to read and write. I loved to spend time with her. Rose Flower. The name still plays in my head, over and over again. When I am in my front yard, I still expect to see her coming over to me. When I bake cookies, I think she is there with me. Nothing will ever make me understand why she is gone. It was just an ordinary day to begin with. I got up feeling happy, I got dressed feeling normal. Everything seemed to be like it was every other morning. I ate breakfast afterwards, excited to see her. Next in my routine, was to go and wait at the front gate for little Rosie. She would say goodbye to me on her way to pre-school. She never came that day. I waited for a good half hour, but there was no sign of her. There was no sign that anyone lived in her house. I went back inside my old brick house. Maybe she wasn’t going to pre-school today. I tried not to worry myself as I cleaned the house. By the time noon hit, there was still no sign of her. No movement had occurred from her house across the street. When it was Rosie’s normal time to come home, I went out to the front gate again. As I expected, but not hoped, she didn’t show. No family members were visible. And they didn’t show for a whole week and then a week after that. I had never seen little Rose Flower again. I can still remember that wet and rainy night as if it had happened just yesterday. The police came to my door with terrible news. They looked at me and told me exactly what I had been dreading. They said they had found three bodies dumped in the bushland about a kilometre away from here. One had been a man, another a woman and the third was a little girl who had blond curly hair. “Rose, her name was” one said to me. “Rose Flower”. That was when it hit me. I was never going to hear that sweet voice tell me she loved me ever again. I would never be able to feel her small arms around me. She would never smile again. The two of us could never bake cookies together again. She was gone. Rosie; my Rosie was gone. An innocent little life taken, because of one cruel world that she lived in. The name Rose Flower, still lives in my memory today. Two years on and I still haven’t forgotten that beautiful smile or the happiness one little girl had brought me. I will always remember the times we spent together; the days we would dress up and play games. I loved her. It wasn’t fair, what happened to her, or her family, but I will never let this small town forget about her. No one will ever forget the two most special words. Rose Flower. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ What did you think? Edited by Ashleigh, Aug 1 2008, 01:50 AM.



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