The Rose

The Flower

“Footfalls echo in the memory,

Down the passage which we did not take,

Towards the door we never opened into the rose garden.”  T. S. Eliot

 

A single rose was left on the nightstand, a note propped up besides it. “Meet me in the gardens at the end of the day. – Signed”

No name was added, but she knew the notes author – their presence still lingered from the previous night. She picked up the rose, holding it between her thumb and forefinger, and tapped it against her chin.

There was a sea foam colored grown hanging in front of the closet, its soft satin enticing to the touch.  She smiled.  She only had to wait until tonight.


Wearing:

Dress: Apple May Designs – Ivanka Gown – Seafoam
Hair:  Exile:: Dream of Paradise Naturals
Jewelry:  [NC] – Dea @ The Fantasy Collective
Pose: * La Jolie Rose * Rose pose @ The Fantasy Collective

Shot on location at: Anarchist Keys

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