The Roses

“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… Read More The Roses