VASE

You stop in your tracks. The vase is sparkling clean, and even more eye-catching, the flowers are a lush and lovely peach, damp as if freshly watered. You can’t help but approach, and just barely catch a soft scent, like rose and jasmine. Before your eyes however, as you’re approaching, the flowers begin to wither! In moments, the blossoms have shriveled to dried husks of their former glory. An aura of sadness fills the area, and a voice at your ear murmurs ‘Oh, my poor, forgotten hydrangeas…’