(an excerpt from My First Book)
You will need:
A Damask Rose
A Conical Flask
½ tbsp of Time
A Mean Streak
- Eye the rose (in it’s secured position- make sure it’s in one), make it feel uncomfortable.
- Tell the rose how worthless it truly is, how little anyone cares for its scent, its overexaggerated beauty. Tell it people prefer the aquilegia and the lily.
- Smile. Suggest to it you may be its friend again, you have reconsidered the cruel words you just dealt it.
- walk towards it [friendlily]. Pause. Lacerate it’s stem! Quickly, sharply!
- …
- Slowly and exactly tear each thorn from its damaged skin. Apologise. Continue.
- When the rose’s exhaustion starts to make itself known place the conical flask beneath its petals and collect its tears.
- Cork.
2 comments:
The cruelty delights me. I have more than one sword in my scabbard... there is the Night Jack under the skin... will you join my radio team?
When the rose cries in your recipe, I cry with it.
A nice piece Adam, if you know what I mean *Wink Wink* *Suckle*
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