vignettes

[marycatelli]

This week's prompt is:
rose

Anyone can join, with a 50-word creative fiction vignette in the comments. Your vignette does not have to include the prompt term.

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[marycatelli]

The horse clopped up to the front door. Roses were growing along the path there, many of them past their first bloom but some still showing velvety red.
A servant came hurrying to hand her down before she rose from her seat, and the horse clopped on, with her luggage.

[marycatelli]

How had she gotten this many roses? thought Ciara, as the carriage came down the way. True, the pavilion, erected for this ball, was not so far from the road as the house, but still, these were more roses than she thought all the rose gardens in the city had.

[jbellinger]

The hinge didn’t creak. The moon had set and the untrimmed garden was mostly shadows. Unfortunately one of those shadows was a Grootendorst, and she found it on the second bend instead of the third. She sucked on her cut wrist and wondered how she’d explain the torn blouse.

[marycatelli]

Hope that cloth didn't end up on the bush.

[jbellinger]

By now Beth’s coffin was at tree height, and still rising steadily. Pickman heard Leng laughing behind him. The spell demanded his full attention and he daren’t release the powers until it was done, but he’d get revenge for this. And Leng must know he’d try, and didn’t care.

[marycatelli]

Ah, complications.