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The Eyes Of A Fetch (Excerpt 287) This Phrase

As Lyla steps up under the shelter, she is a bit surprised. Sitting on the step near the back door is a small bouquet of white lilies, baby’s breath, and a single white rose with dainty red tips. The delicate vase is of white porcelain and is almost as beautiful as the flowers themselves.

“Ahh, what is this?” she says with a smile as she bends down and picks the vase up to smell the flowers. “How sweet.” She grins as she admires her gift. “Marcus must have felt guilty leaving me with his work, silly man.”

She puts the key in the lock of the door and notices there is no note or card attached to the flowers. Not only does she find the lack of a card odd, but also if the flower shop delivered it why did they leave it on the back step instead of the front? With the turn of the lock, she opens the door then flips on the porch light to see if the note may have fallen or been blown off by the wind. Looking around carefully she sees a small envelope near the leg of the table. After picking it up, she steps inside the house to read it aloud.

“The red rose whispers of passion and the white rose breathes of love; O, the red rose is a falcon and the white rose is a dove.” Lyla pauses. She has heard this phrase before and she reads aloud again.

Excerpt 287

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3 responses

  1. very nice images… thanks 😛

    February 7, 2014 at 6:06 am

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