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Roses
It's just a couple paragraphs so far but I want to know what you all think. I'm not sure if I like this one or not. Is it boring so far? If it is I'm not going to continue writing it so some input would be much appreciated.
Roses. White roses. Their sent filled the stifling church with the buoyant smell of spring. Struggling desperately to hide the aura of gloom. Gathered in giant silver urns placed on either side of the main display. Arranged with mock care on the large wooden box polished a sweet lustrous black. Petals slowly wilting in the hot humid air of summer. Women, dressed in black, shed hollow tears under their distinguished veils. Scarlet rogue clung to their lips as they offered their sympathy and claimed a deep grief they didn’t feel. Hatred, that’s what Velaisha Thompson felt. She hated the roses, she hated the tears, but most of all she hated these women who lied and pretended.
A picture sat on display as well. A picture of a young beautiful woman full of life. Her remarkable green eyes flared, even in pictures like this one, with love and a profound knowledge no one could grasp. Dark auburn hair cascaded softly down her shoulder and into the mahogany frame. Velaisha could almost see it moving in the slight breeze coming in from the open doors. She sadly remembered her mother sitting at her dressing table gently brushing her hair for hours. She would spin tales of dragons and magic for her adventurous daughter as she brushed her silky strains. Then, when Velaisha’s eyes grew heavy with sleep, she would hear her father coming up the stairs after a long day at work. She remembered running out of her parent’s room to fall contentedly in his arms. He would then carry her into her room and tuck her snuggly into bed. His voice was clear and rich as he sung her to sleep. Unfortunately, those blissful days didn’t last very long.
“Oh dear,” the high-pitched voice of her Aunt Beth came from behind her. Velaisha reluctantly turned to face the mammoth woman clad in a dark gray dress. “Are you all right my sweet little girl? You must be beside yourself with grief. I know how much you loved that outrageous mother of yours."
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