The dead rose (Corpse)
A romantic horror flash fiction.
This one is a flash fiction written for the Microdosing hosted by . I planned to post it only on Notes, but then I felt the (bad) urge to share it with my lovely subscribers.
An autumn rose in full bloom, pressed to her red lips, once so full of beauty, now withered and dead. A letter clutched to her chest by her pale fingers. Her face - peaceful, trapped in a never-ending reverie, a dream of her beloved. Her every eyelash and golden strand of hair plated in silver of the frost. There she laid, fallen asleep in a bed of autumn leaves on a cold autumn’s night, waiting for her beloved, who never came to elope with her. A rose and a letter he sent, his words of promise kept her soul warm, while her body gave into the freezing-cold touch of the night.
The castle dwellers who found her, said never had they seen a corpse so beauteous. Death had been gentle on the maiden, cradling her softly in its ruthless arms, until a sweet dream took her life.
She had waited until tears froze on her cheeks, but her beloved never came.
"Sleeping Beauty"- the unhappy ending cut.
Oh, I would say that her lover did come.
Death has never treated anyone so kind.
What was it Emily Dickenson wrote?
Oh yes, "Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
And Immortality."