By John Holmes
I watch the onion peel tumble slowly into the bin. The crinkled, purple skins settle on the red roses I’d shoved in there hours earlier. The two colours sit uneasily together. Crumpled white tissues, caught on the thorns, create the perfect backdrop. There, in the trash, lies the most beautiful thing I will see today.
Twenty roses, the birthday gift that flowered longer than the romance.
Onions, purchased for two, now form part of a meal for one.
I slam down the lid on both things that left me with streaming eyes, walk over to the table, and light a candle.
Nice idea.
A lovely telling of the heartbreak that is sometimes experienced when a relationship is over!
Not based on my own experience – thankfully.
Excellent, short, and bittersweet.
Thanks for taking the time to comment – appreciated.
I felt her emotions… lovely little story… well done …kudos…
Thanks – enjoyed writing it.
Interesting the assumption is this story refers to a woman. I imagined the protagonist as a man.
So did I.
Such a moving story. So much in so few words. Excellent
Thank you.
A beautifully visual story! Love the phrase “both things that left me with streaming eyes.”
Glad you liked that line – it is where the story started, then I worked backwards and forwards from there.
Thanks for the comment.
We can all relate.