The Dying Rose
by Saoirse
One day I saw a Rose, but no ordinary Rose, this one was special. Its smell was exquisite, its color so vibrant, and yet, something didn’t feel right.
“Oh, this is silly. It’s just a Rose!” Or so I thought.
Puzzlement grew as I sat there staring at this…this…Rose. What made it seem so different? Then, an idea crept in my mind…”Take a picture of it using Google Lens!”
So, I opened my phone, clicked on the app, and took my picture. I didn’t know what I thought I’d uncover or even find about something as normal as a Rose. My phone was taking such a long time to show me anything, which caused some trepidation from within. Soon, words appeared on my screen, “The most beautiful part of the rose is the moment it begins to fall apart. “
This time I felt even stranger… then…
“Where’s my finger?”