Unsuspecting Roses
BY VALENTYNA HOLLOWAY Raindrops on the last roses of summer, the soft scent of petrichor blowing through the open window. Slowly, rhythmically adding ingredients, memory of a moment creeping in as my fingers knead the dough beginning to form under my fingers. Tears well in my eyes as I remember fragments of something I wrote of while baking before. Words of love written in pure … Continue reading Unsuspecting Roses

