Roses Are Red
THE VASE OF ROSES, decorated with a great, red ribbon, sat in the center of the table for Magritte to find when she came home. Tucked deep inside the stems, a white envelope waited. The card was from Franz, her lover. He sneaked into the house using the key Magritte had given him. Casting furtive glances, he left the vase on the table. He made sure to push the card deep within so her husband, Dr. Grim, would not see it.
When Magritte woke the next morning, she was delighted to see the roses. She looked for a card, and when she saw the white envelope tucked deep into the stems, she knew it must be from Franz. He always hid the card. She reached inside, not checking to see if the florist had removed the thorns. Franz always bought her roses without thorns, for he believed tha
