Five Card Story: The White Rose

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a Five Card Flickr story by Nyha created Sep 17 2013, 05:44:14 pm. Create a new one!

flickr photo credits: (1) Serenae (2) Serenae (3) Serenae (4) bionicteaching (5) Serenae

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I was pulling my black rusty wagon down the alley. It was a terrifying alley, because the walls were so close together it was almost impossible to get through. My rusty wagon full of glass beer bottles scraped the walls. I was on my way to the bar called The Fluffy Duckling. I don’t know why they would call it something as nice as that, its where all of the National Biscuit Company`s rivals go to drink their brains away. At least that’s what my mom says. I think it always smells like cigarettes in there.

Finally I was out of the alley, and there was way a four way stop. If you went straight you ended up at the Fluffy Duckling, To my left was the big wall that surrounds our district, it’s been crumbling and you can see more and more through the cracks in the stone. In some places there are whole blocks missing, and looking out all you can see is green and blue and bright, and I have to shield my eyes. To my right is the white gate that protects the National Biscuit Company headquarters. Stopping my wagon with my foot, I look through the gate of the NBC and can see nothing but gray smog, and the white NBC logo floating as if in the sky.

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I see something white on the other side of the gate. It’s too white for this part of town, everything here is always so gray and smoggy. I pause to make sure no one is watching and leaving my wagon behind, move in for a closer look. I stop dead in my tracks once I get to the gate wanting to touch the cold metal but knowing the consequences of trespassing on Biscuit Company property. It gleams in the foggy light. It’s a rose. It’s growing out of a crack in the wall surrounding the district, just on the other side of the fence. It is so pretty, it’s petals like snow, the edges slightly brown, like they have been burnt. I’ve never seen anything like it before. I lean in to pick it off the branch, but before I know it, I feel a cold bracelet clip over my wrist. I hear a few clicks, and cant get my arm back out through the gate. Before I know it, I’m looking up into the cold eyes of a guard.

“You’re coming with me” he says.

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