Thanks to Teresa for our prompts today.
Today’s genre: Romance
As she opened the cover of the old diary, the aged scent of a rose filled her senses.
On page one, she recounted the day they met, her shy, he so cocksure of himself, he literally knocked her off her feet in the crowd. Offering his hand to help her up, both had been smitten.
As she turned the pages, the years fell away, and she relived every day, remembering in great detail each and every one.
A whirlwind romance, the tenderness of first love, stolen moments and promises of a long and happy life.
By page one hundred and one, they were planning their wedding.
So much to do, so little time. She recalled the excitement, the frustration, the obstacles.
Later came betrayal and heartbreak.
With no support from either family, they ran away rather than be separated but poverty and ill health took their toll.
On page one hundred and seventy, she was burying her beloved in a pauper’s grave, with this single rose to mark his passing.
On page two hundred and three, she gave birth to a daughter, seven weeks premature.
The child did not survive and on page two hundred and eight, her last entry, roses of a different hue blurred her vision.
In desperation and disgrace she returned to her parental home. Now it was all she had left.
She lifted the preserved flower with trembling fingers, raising it to her cheek.
Bitter tears had not revived her love, her baby or the rose then, neither did they now.