A Different Sue Brown
A 900-word story
I bought the rose after work. Is it wrong I took it home to enjoy its beauty for a while before bringing it here? I told myself it was an unselfish gesture for her; the dead lady who shares my name. The dead lady who might be the person who saved my life.
Maybe I won’t feel guilty once I’ve given it to her. I wait until evening has almost given way to night to leave my…