Thursday, 23 May 2024

The Peacock 1250

 "Describe him, please?"

"I would say, maybe fifteen years old.  No more than sixteen.  Very pretty young boy.  Dressed in a white shirt, I think, but very bright face  anyway, he saw me standing at the open door, so he approached me.  For some reason I felt I was expecting him.  He gave me a rose."

"He gave you a rose?"

"Yes. There it is", and her blue taloned right hand gestures to the counter, to a flaming red and yellow rose in a glass of water.

"Did he say anything?"

"Just this.  He said, please take good care of my friends, and then he was gone.  I thought I was hallucinating, but then, how else can I explain this rose on the counter..."

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