What Lovely Roses You Have
How long was he going to stare out the window like that? Sadie wondered. He had asked about Nathan. She hadn’t thought about Nathan in years. It was all a closed or cold case file, she thought. And isn’t he ever going to speak?
Suddenly, he turned and faced her sideways. “What lovely roses you have? My wife would be so envious. Whatever do you use to fertilize them to get them to grow so full and lush?”
She stared at him, bewildered. “Huh?” she asked. “I’m sorry. I thought we were talking about Nathan.”
“Ah yes.” The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notebook. “I just wanted to ask you a few questions if you don’t mind.”
“Of course.” She said softly. “But, I think I told them everything before. Has something new come up? Have you found Nathan?”
“Oh, no no no, nothing like that. I just wanted to go over what you remember about the last time you saw him. Can you go over the details again?”
She told him what she had told the detectives the last time. The man nodded as she laid out the details, his gaze frequently turning to the window again. What was his fascination with her roses? Finally, she finished and he flipped the notebook shut, then slipped it back into his pocket.
“I think I have it all” he said. “Thank you again for your time and patience.”
“But, of course.” She replied “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No. I should be on my way.” He stated flatly and turned towards the door. As he opened the door, he paused and looked again at the garden, then turned back at her. “The roses, Sadie. Please tell me what you do to grow such beautiful roses.”
She stood there a moment, confused at the man, then she smiled brightly. “But, of course.” She responded. “Its just a simple blood and bone meal mixture my mother gave me the recipe for.”
“Any chance you could be persuaded to share that?”
“Alas, no. Its been a tightly held secret in my family for generations. We have actually won numerous awards for our roses. But, I am sure you could find something similar if you did a search.”
“Of course, I understand. That’s too bad though. My wife will be so disappointed. Thank you again for your time.” And with that, he walked down the path to his car and drove away.
Sadie walked out and strode over to her roses, her hand gently petting one of the luxurious blooms. She leaned over and took a deep whiff of its intoxicating scent, then a smile formed on her lips. Mother always said the only thing husbands were good for were fertilizing the roses.
“Good night, Nathan.” Sadie called behind her as she walked back into the house. “Sleep well.”
New Acrylic on Board – 12 X 16
It was quite a warm day for so early in the year. Extra care needed to be taken as the eggs were hidden so they were not in the direct heat of the sun where they might spoil before being found and turning the festivities into a tragedy.
I sat fanning myself under one of the brightly colored umbrellas and sipping slowly on an ice cold julip while watching the mass scatterings of small people rushing about on the lawn and through the bushes, gaskets waving from their little arms, voices rising in squeals of laughter and colliding words that could make jibberish make sense. I half expected to see a white rabbit emerge at any moment, pocket watch in hand exclaiming fear of tardiness for a royal event.
Instead, my eyes spied a lone figure emerge from a near bush. She looked to be about 6 or 7, but what struck me was her clothing. For she looked to be dressed out of a Dickenson play. She could easily have been one of Oliver’s gang, if he allowed girls.
She walked right up to me and took the seat across. “What’s that you’re drinking sir?” she asked.
“It’s a mint julip. Would you like one”
“Oh, no thank you. But is there any chance there is any ice cream?”
I reached over to the cooler and pulled a small container out with a little wooden spoon and pushed it across the table to her. “There is only vanilla left. I hope that is okay.”
“My very favorite!” she exclaimed, reaching quick and had the lid off and the entire container consumed in no time. “Thank you, kind sir. I was so very hungry.”
“There is more food over there.” I pointed to the barbeque area.
“That’s okay. I only come for the ice cream.”
“Only the ice cream?”
Yes sir. Twas the last thing I ate and the only thing I hunger for.”
“What do you mean, the last thing you ate?” confusion overtaking me.
“Why yes sir. Afore I did battle with the Jabberwocky and lost” she ran her fingers around the inside of the container then pushed it back my way and stood up. “I suppose I should get back now. They shall be expecting me.”
“But wait!” I called, but she was already entering the bush.
She turned just before, entering and smiled. “It’s fine sir. Alice will be next and I hear she is a much better warrior than I>”
Her form turned to mist as the leaves closed behind her.
But wait. Alice wasn’t the first?
Copyright – Sephi PiderWitch March 31, 2019
(Prompt: A hungry ghost, a holiday, ice cream)