The Roses

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“So, who gave you these roses?” Darla asked her friend, Shauna.

Shauna froze. She’d forgotten to hide them. She always did whenever Darla came over.

“My mother did,” she lied.

Darla examined them closely. “They look like real roses with gold edges.” She touched each one. “They’re made out of glass!”

“It’s getting late.”

“You’re right. Michael’s probably home by now.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

As soon as she was gone, Shauna called Michael. “She just left.”

“I’m on my way.”

“She saw the roses and asked who gave them to me.”

“What did you say?”

“That they’re from my mother.”

“Good.”

 

100 Words

 

This was written for the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields For more details, visit Here.  To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit Here.

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