Monday, April 19, 2010

Scarlet Bouquets

...she ran her hand noisily along the coolness of the chain link fence during her walk home from the shop until she arrived at her favorite spot. There at the edge of the fence, among the shreds of dirty paper and old faded wrappers, were tiny clusters of fragrant wild roses, like tiny scarlet bouquets that grew there just
 for her.

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