The Bitter Rose

Summers day blooms the most beautiful flowers - both colours and scents. A blanket of wild flowers, bordered by evergreen trees, attracts lovers to delve within their cushioned aroma.
The golden glow within the purest blue sky beats down upon those who wish to appreciate the natural beauty.
A visit to the beauty spot - a handful of flowers picked - destined to be given to a wife, mother or lover.
Tulips, bluebells, orchids, for-get-me-nots,buttercups, daises and a single Red Rose bedded between the mulitiple colours.
A gentle touch falls upon the single rose. His finger tips stroking at the soft petals before strolling down the stem and then...

SNAPP!

The single red rose is taken. For who? His wife? His Mother? Or his lover?

He has someone with him and strolls through the flowers, following the same path out that lead them in.
The rose clasped within one hand as his fingers on his other hand tickled hers. Her chuckle echoing as they reached the end. Their heads askew as they kissed goodbye. Him going his way, and her the other.
A kiss upon her fingers is blown towards him. Parted he heads home.

A police lady sitting with his children. Their eyes full of sorrow as they lifted their heads. The police lady stands and approaches him...

'I'm sorry sir, there has been an accident, your wife is dead.'

The disheartening words distanced as he thought of his guilt. He was out with his lover when he should have been with their mother.

'She tried calling you sir.' The police lady continued... ' her car broke down, but she couldn't get through.'

He pulled his phone from his pocket. It was off. He switched it off so as he could have time alone with his lover...

' The children came home with their aunt today' she continued as he lowered his head. 'Luck they did, as a lorry struck your wifes vehicle. She had no chance.'

The rose relased from his hand and come to rest upon the floor. His hand spotted with blood from the thorns. Her blood, he had her blood on his hands.

His seven year old daughter approached and picked up the rose...

'Is this for mummy? She would've loved it daddy.' Her gentle voice broke through the choaked emotions.

His head fell with shame, and a river of tears carried his guilt. His daughters hand clasped his...
'I'll look after you daddy!'