THE ROSE She looked at her watch and rushed to the table to get the keys. The vase on the corner of the table held a rose. She looked at the withered flower, the petals on the verge of falling. It had been three days that the rose was in the vase. It was bright and lively on the first day. Seeing the discoloured petals that day, she kept the keys back. It had been a long time that she had spent a day with herself. As the first petal came off, she picked her phone to call in sick. #therose #shortstory #yqbaba #yqstory #yqtale #life #work #musings
