Yellow Rose
By C.W. Laurie
A flower shape floats in my mug like a stranded plant drifting in a lake of hot chocolate. It makes me think of Rose, my ex-girlfriend. That time we went to Sunrise Rose Fields and lay on an empty patch of grass between the roses. Cloud gazing whilst holding her hand in mine. I reached over to grab a yellow rose because that was her favourite and she took it from my hand, placing it on her heart as she leaned over to kiss me. I grabbed onto her pink frilly dress by the waist, pulling her into my chest so there was no space between us. That was one of the rare occasions she wore a dress on one of our dates. It was special. One of the best days of my life and one we would both remember forever.
I’d be lying if I said that was the first time I thought of Rose sin
