a single pink rose bud

He sauntered into the place in his usual, unassuming, long-legged gait. Twirling a single, pink rosebud between his fingers, he sat down at the table, seating himself across from yours truly. Dear reader, several hours later, when I departed for home, I had that single, pink rose bud in my possession.

Single – unique, one-of-a-kind. Pink – gentle, soothing, patient. Rosebud – a work-in-progress, clenched ever-so-tightly to itself, just beginning to open … oh-so-slowly, so much potential, requiring a little extra nurturing and care. And patience.


~ by frizzyscissorhands on September 27, 2008.

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