Wet Roses

A few days ago I wrote about a conversation my tics had had with the sun-drenched roses outside my bedroom window and I’d wondered if these exchanges would continue.

Today I got my answer. When I opened the blind this morning the blossoming flowers were bathed in drizzle, not sunshine.

“Hello roses, you’ve got wet heads.”
“Roses, do you need shower caps?”
“Suck it up roses!”

The idea of 31 roses with mini shower caps on made me laugh despite the miserable weather.

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