The rose boy

The rose boy

October 15, 2020
'She gave me roses,' said the brown-haired boy. 'And then she just smiled and walked away.'
'That's good,' said the dishevelled little owl.
'But why would she do that? Maybe there's something wrong with her,' said the brown-haired boy.
'Do you like the roses?' asked the dishevelled little owl.
'Oh, they're perfect. And they smell divine,' said the brown-haired boy. 'But...'
'What?' asked the dishevelled little owl.
'What does she WANT?' asked the brown-haired boy.
'For you to be happy,' said the dishevelled little owl.
'But she doesn't even know me,' said the brown-haired boy.
'Doesn't matter,' said the dishevelled little owl.