He loved her since childhood. She was his.Always and forever.
He wondered what he should gift her for her birthday.
“The red rose whispers of passion, And the white rose breathes of love” she used to sing.
He remembered that and laid a single white rose by her side.
Soon it was covered with the blood gushing out.
“Perfect!” he thought.
Prompted at : Carry on Tuesday
Catawampus me! 
“Blood gushing out”…from where, to make him exclaim “perfect”?
Me: From her body.. he killed her Think psycho 😀
I did not get it 😛 blood gushing out???
ME: Of her slit throat.. he killed her 🙂
He killed her I think, so the white rose became red…
Me: Bingo! You’ve got it 😀
nice one..with a twist in ‘blood gushing out’ like some old romantic bollywood movies…’pyar ke liye jaan bhi de doonga’:P
Me: Erm nothing romantic about this 😀
thorns?
Me: Nah! cut throat 😛
Oooi!!! That’s what we call bloody love 😉
Me: Indeed!
now that was seriously dark!
Me 🙂 I know 😀
Ah! The smell of revenge for love!!!! Nice nice!!!
ME: yesh yesh!
I wasn’t expecting that!
ME: 🙂
I ve read something like this somewhere!!!!
Me: where? :O
I like such dark pieces!
the sun danced around him and he kissed the stars
Me: Me too 😀
Bouncer… that went over my head !
Me: 😦 he killed her 😦 😦
Oh my! Murdered she might be but definitely his forever!
ME: oh yes! You ve got it!
Sad….thats actually psychic
Me: Psychic? Twisted really 😀
That was quite dark! I assume that he murdered her to claim her for himself 😦
Me: yes he did! twisted fellow!
Oooooooooh … giving me the shivers!! Lovely one with an unexpected twist!!
I have an award waiting for you at my site, please collect. 🙂
ME: Just saw that now. Soon will put it on my blog 😀
Eeks! this made me squirmish!
Me: Means it actually worked 😀
Hmmmm…..
Was the blood from the thorn? You’ve left me on the edge….
Good work!
Me: No. He killed her! Thank you anyways 😀
cool and hurt 🙂
ME: hurt?? why ?
nice!
Me: Thank you 🙂
Surely a surprising ending – nice piece!
Me: Glad you liked it 😀
prefect ending for a lousy neighbor
Me: Neighbor? :O
I am intrigued, so whose blood was it?
Me: Umm the girl’s 🙂
gory!and romantic too…
Me: Gory indeed.. romantic? :O Lord save everyone from such romance!
Pain!’
PS: I do not believe in supserstitions but a red rose actually slipped out of my hand!!!
Me: What were you doing with the red rose haan? *mischievously speculative look*
i loved it !! 🙂
Me: 😀 😀
Where did your last post go? I read it on my reader – finally it seems to be updating me 🙂 and when I hopped here – it wasn’t there 😦
Me : I put it on draft… needed a wee bit of editing and am putting it up now 😀
Its been a while….back to ur favourite style huh 🙂
ME: yeah! he he he! I knew you would say this 😀
and he drank the blood?
Me: No! The rose did!
No answer…? I think he killed her… did he kill himself?
Me: he killed her! she was his.. how dare she look at someone else?
Winnie !! Why such a gruesome post? 😦
Me: I dunno. I am kinda attracted to such aspects of human mind.!
I now demand one absolutely, fulltime gushing, fawning, sickeningly romantic post! 😛
Me: Your wish my command 😀 The next post is quite mushy 😀
bas ! I want it!
*pouts*
I want my dose of romance here 😛
and no hushing blood there or anything
😛 😛
(((hugs))))
muah! 😀 and now being the darling you are you will write na? 😀
Me: *hugs* How can I not? When my very own celebrity demands it? 😀
eesh!! 😆
not hushing blood but gushing blood! 😀
Me : he he he
Thought of Vampires, but they went out of business in India, Netas are bleeding the country white instead.
Me: For all you know! Netas r vampires possible no? 😀
Actually Pooheedee, the vampires got scared of Indians spitting paan everywhere.
Me: he he he may be they couldnt make the difference between blood and paan spit 😉
A vampire steps in to dark street and sees red red blotches on the walls everywhere
arre’ baap re’ bhaago, mahaa vampires here, oh deeah !
I have a beeda on occasions when friends insist after a sumptuous meal. But who would spit paan on a white rose ? PICHIK.
oh yea you say blood.
i think he is in love with a goat.
the guy poured some ketchup on the white rose before presenting ???
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Me: nah! He killed her 😛 😛
Meena, I’m so surprised at everybody’s questions…I knew exactly wht u wrote!!!!
We go a long way huh 😀
Oh yes! And its been a wonderful journey 🙂 You can see the difference in me now right ? 🙂
Nooooooooo! This makes me sad 😦
Ah.. I know.. but it simply hit me .. I love psycho thrillers 😀
Whaat a post for me to peep in!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀
Dont worry, inspite of all the blood, I would still be visiting!:D 😀 😀 Oh, did I say that I blgrolled you? 🙂
Thank you 😀 You wont find too much of blood here. I am quite civilized that way 😀
Loved it! (=
hmhm—
I loed the way you left the ending for the reader to assume…
cheers.
Me: Thank you Muthu 🙂
Good one though a sad end.
Me: yeah.. its easy to write about sadness
This was very, very good, but this’ the problem with 55ers – of multiple valid interpretations.
E.g., I thought he’d laid the rose at her grave & committed suicide or just dropped a bit of his blood to feel pain. A small technicality being, dead people’s blood doesn’t *gush* out, as the heart stops beating! 😛