Selina hadn't been sleeping well lately. She hadn't really felt right since she and Ricardo broke up. She hated living alone, the house was too quiet. To make matters worse, there was something going on that she couldn't figure out. Red roses kept appearing out of nowhere.
The first one showed up on her desk at work, laying across the stack of files she'd been working on before lunch. Ok she thought, maybe someone there was being sweet, but she asked around their small office and no one knew anything about it, they seemed as puzzled as she was.
Next there was one on the windshield of her car when she came out of the grocery store a couple days later. A third rose appeared the next evening in the entrance to her apartment building, leaned up against her mailbox. Her first thought was that she had a secret admirer, but it was beginning to feel a little creepy.
The following night Selina woke up suddenly with the feeling that she wasn't alone... or had she been dreaming? Instantly alert, she laid there a few minutes barely breathing, heart pounding, but she heard nothing and didn't sense any movement in the room.
"Good grief," she thought to herself, "this rose thing is messing with my mind." She got up, made herself a cup of chamomile tea, and then went back to sleep.
The next morning as Selina was getting dressed for work, she bent over to retrieve one of her shoes that she had accidentally kicked under the edge of the bed. Reaching for the shoe, she let out a shriek. There beside it laid a perfect red rose.
This story was written for Two Shoes Tuesday here at my blog
where the prompts this week are Umbrella and Under
and for Wednesday Wit and Wisdom
at Senior Adventures