Her Love of Roses
This is along the lines of poetry, however it is quite easy to understand what is occurring.
This may turn into a few chapters, but we shall see.
Please enjoy, and feel free to send me your thoughts.
~Jay
Candles flicker against the pasty white cards in between my fingers. She has just lost some, an error.
Why? She is so very accustomed to this game. It is unlike her.
I seem to be in the lead. Beginners luck will soon run out.
Why is it so complicated?
Her hands shuffle the deck smoothly, almost effortlessly.
Alice and I, we try and pretend the whole world is not threatening to collapse around us.
We try to be less mature, even just for one more day.
Will they let us?
Will they let us live our childhood out?
Most likely not.
The candle falls, lighting up the cards in a spectacular array.
She pours the vase of water and roses on the climbing flame.
Her love of roses, now burned.