A BOUQUET OF BLUE ROSES
The sweet scent of roses fills the calm atmosphere. It is a few minutes before midnight. The wind blows softly through the opened window. The past are taking part right now. It is the time for a flashback. A bouquet of fresh blue roses appears on the bed. A couple is walking out from the nostalgic room.
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Other said, the legendary elegant bungalow was haunted by a dead frustrated lonely widow and a soldier. No one knows and who knows? A long time ago, a beautiful rich lady used to live in the legendary bungalow. She married a handsome young soldier. But the fate was not by their side. A week after they got married, her husband was called to serve in a war. The young soldier promised his wife that he will come back safely and give his beloved wife a bouquet of blue roses.
The days crept from day to day, she waited for her husband with hopes. Moon appeared and blocked the sun, each move that the needle of an antique clock moved made the wife getting so sadder and lonelier. She missed her beloved husband so much.
She dreamed about her husband, knocking the door loudly. She woke up and ran towards the door. Oh God! The young soldier finally came home. She hugged her husband and praised God. The handsome young soldier returned to their bungalow. As he promised, he gave a bouquet of fresh blue roses to his beautiful wife. The wife thought that the night was the greatest and happiest moment in her life after he left.
Sun appeared. She woke up alone. No sign of her husband. A bouquet of blue roses lay by her side. The sweet scent filled the room. Suddenly, the door was knocked loudly. The beautiful lady rushed and went downstairs. She opened the door. Lots of people were waiting for her. There was a white cloth; containing something heavy which carried by a few man. Her thought was blurred.
“Madam, I’m afraid to say that, we just found a dead body. Some of the villagers said that it was your husband. We found him a few kilometres from this village. He was frozen with a bouquet of blue roses at his hand. Could you please identify the body?” Her head grew heavy and her lips were pale. She opened the clothes which cover the face. Slowly. Tears rushed down through her cheek. She screamed. It was true. The villagers were true. Her beloved husband was dead. Last night, he came back to her, to fulfil his promise. “I will return safely. And I will bring you a bouquet of blue roses, my love…” His words echoed in her confused mind.
The black parade began. They burned his corpse beside the elegant bungalow. The young widow dressed in her wedding dress. She was holding the last bouquet of blue roses from her beloved soldier. Their love life was burned as the body burned to ashes. The villagers went home, leaving the grieving widow in tears. Wishing they could do more to ease her pain.
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Laid on the bed-the young widow closed her eyes; she smiled, pushing a sharp knife through her chest. Dark red blood flowed heavily from her chest. She stood up and held her husband’s hand while the scent of blue roses filled the room. They walked out from the room together. Hand in hand. Remained as the owner of the legendary elegant bungalow; haunting the bungalow; continuing their marriage.
No one dares to enter the bungalow because everybody knows, it is owned by the loving souls.
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