Thursday 1 January 2015

Worthy enough.

"How much is the red rose worth?", he asked.

"ten each sir", the florist replied.

"the yellow one?", he asked back.

"All sell for ten a piece sir."

He bought a red one and putting it in his gray backpack, he smiled at himself.
He knew she would accept a garden flower if it was he who gave it to her but then why the red rose? Why a rose at all?

He didn't know and he wasn't interested in finding an answer either for all he did in the last five minutes would reward him with a smile which was all he longed for.

......Nothing more, nothing less!

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