DALnetizen - Untitled Prose I

A pair of old leather boots crease and creak as their owner crouches down. Eyes that have seen many things methodically scan the wreckage that used to be a garden, The winds last night devastated the flowers that his love enjoyed so much and now as she slept, there was WORK to be done!

Searching becomes more desperate as eyes and fingers scan the debris, Where is it? Is it here...or here? Then his eyes widen and a smile crosses his face, transforming it. He leans down and gently and softly clears an area and untangles bit by bit, piece by piece, a broken rose.

Carefully he takes it to his workshop and places it on the bench. Then taking the plant food he dabs the liquid on each leave moistening it. Finally he binds the stem and places it in new soil on a pot.

Day after day he tends that rose. His kind but warm hands tending each leaf and bud until one day he noticed new buds appearing. A broad smile lit his face like a beacon and he takes it out to his loved ones window and quietly plants it in the soil below.

She didn't notice for a few days and the feeling of anticipation in him was bubbling below his skin like a cauldron. Then the day arrived.

She walks out of the house and stops, puzzled, She sniffs and her eyes widen in disbelief. Slowly, she turns seeking, and then a low cry of joy as her eyes light on the rose she thought was gone. She turns to him and as they hold each other, They know their love for each other is too deep for words.

For as he had fixed and tended her rose with love and kindness and patience. So, had he tended her old wounds until she could love again