I watch the onion peel tumble slowly into the bin. The crinkled, purple skins settle on the red roses I’d shoved in there hours earlier. The two colours sit uneasily together. Crumpled white tissues, caught on the thorns, create the perfect backdrop.
There in the trash, lies the most beautiful thing I will see today.
Twenty roses, the birthday gift that flowered longer than the romance.
Onions, purchased for two, now form part of a meal for one.
I slam down the lid on both things that left me with streaming eyes, walk over to the table and light a candle.
Originally published: 101 Words
