PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
By Neel Anil Panicker
It began as a single red rose.
Delivered to her workstation; initially, only on Mondays, and then on every other day, and finally, every single day.
All placed inwards, as if the benefactor were aware of the seating arrangement of the beneficiary; the flowers, fresh and trimmed to perfection were delivered with metronomic precision within a measly thirty seconds, the time that it took for Esther to grab a cup of espresso from the office corner.
It’s only when the largesse began arriving at her doorsteps and came wrapped around
a pair of surgical blades that cold fear set in.
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