Monday’s Red Rose
It started with Monday’s red rose left on my doorstep. I smiled, wondering who my secret admirer was. On Tuesday, I arrived home and found a box of high-priced chocolate truffles, kept cool with an ice pack. One melted on my tongue as my imagination wandered again as to my admirer.
Each day of the week, I found a bigger and better anonymous gift. On Sunday morning, I was gifted with a masked figure standing over my bed.
“Are you surprised, Mary?”
I recognized his voice: it was the man I watched die – at my hand.
Rochelle Wisoff-Fields is the inspirational host of Friday Fictioneers.