Zombie Roses

I looked at the three roses that were left from the arrangement I received on January 22nd and realized they were no longer living.

Queer.  They still looked rather fine, or at least they were holding up okay, but there was a slight stink to them now.  And the petals were drooping in places and seemed to have a decayed aura about them.

Usually looking at flowers cheers me, but these were roses that made me want to avoid them.

My mind drifted to last night when I was listening to the audio from the television in the next room.  Alex was watching "The Walking Dead" while I cleaned up the kitchen after dinner.

I have never been able to join Alex in watching this popular series.  Dead things don't appeal to me on any level.  Alex swears it's not really about the zombies, but about the people "dealing" with th zombies.  Hah!  So why do they call it "The Walking Dead"?  Ugh!

I opened the kitchen window and a strong breeze came through.  Within a few seconds, the pretense of life from the roses was gone.  The petals fell to the table leaving the flower stalks naked and dead.

A shot through the head wasn't necessary in this instance, just a breath of fresh air to get rid of the putrid thing.

I scooped up the petals and tossed them out the window.

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