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This is my entry for this Scott Butki Challenge.
"RITA!" I yelled. Yet, I knew Rita could not hear me. Only other plants can hear a rose screaming, but I had to try.
The tile was cold as ice and I felt it numbing my pedals. I didn't mind. The cold actually made the itching of my pedals feel better.
"RITA! Get your pen thingy. Hurry!" I cried.
Rita was already barely breathing and now she had gone down on all fours and was crawling.
"My God, she isn't going to make it." I thought as I watched her collapse to the tile.
Now, she laid there next to me and was turning blue.
"Damn bee!" I screamed at the bug lying on the floor. "You didn't have to sting her."
I laid there watching, unable to do anything as the life seeped out of her. A darkness came over her as her breathing became shallow.
I had spent my whole life growing in hopes of being given to a lover by a lover. My brother wanted to be part of a center piece, but I had higher hopes. This was not something I had ever wanted to be a part of. What flower in their right mind - and I am not talking about Mum's, because we all know they are never in their right mind - would want to be a witness to a murder.
I suddenly saw a shadow at the door and my hopes began to build as the door slowly opened.
"You?" I thought. The very reason I was in this situation was standing at the door.
He had met Rita when she had given him a parking ticket. In return he had thanked her and asked her out for tea. Rita had fallen for him, because he was nice and accepted the fact that he was wrong.
She went out with him that evening and this morning he had placed me at her door.
He looked down and saw her lying there. She slowly lifted her arm toward him and then her arm fell back to the cold tile.
Without a word he started yanking open drawers and looking. He moved quickly from one drawer to the next and then stopped and looked around the room. I knew what he was looking for.
He rushed to the other side of the room and yanked open the closet door. He stepped inside. I heard him rustle around a bit. Then he rushed out and came up to me and Rita.
Kneeling down he took her hand and spoke.
"Rita, I am so sorry that I had to do this." He said and held up her pink copy of the ticket she had given him.
"Remember the man who died of a heart attack yesterday? I did that job and you were the only one who can place me there." He stuffed the pink copy into his pocket and held the Epy pen thingy up as if to show her. Then he laid it just out of her reach.
"Getting that bee into that flower was very difficult. Yet, after that dance you did last night to avoid that bee and then your disclosure of the allergy...well, let's say you left me with the perfect solution."
