The snippet that I am giving you today is from one of the favourites of the stories that I have written, and I am taking it from the end of the story for a change. I feel that it tells you more about the story that I hoped to put across from this picture. Once again, it is pure fiction.



“Look, Daddy! The roses!”
He tries to look, but can’t take his eyes off his once beautiful wife, the monster, the horror that she has become, all because of him and his stupid business and stupid meetings and stupid temper.
“It’s just like the story - the last petal!”
He sits on the side of her bed and gently strokes her blonde hair away from her face, rests his palm on her pale cheek and feels how cold she is, all of the life sucked out of her.
“Kiss her, Daddy! Quick! You have to kiss her before it falls! If it falls, she dies! Kiss her, Daddy! Save her!”
Sobbing, he leans towards his wife and places his warm lips upon her cold ones, gently, his tears running down his face and landing on hers. Only one kiss, as he reaches to the machine beside her and flicks the switch.