Withered Rose

It was a nice wedding. Well just like other weddings. Sitting on a chair with a crouched back watching the beauties on the dance floor. Feeling sorry for the bride watching her sitting in her kosha trying to enjoy herself. I tasting all different kinds of offered chocolates and sweets, drinking Arabic coffee one cup after another to avoid sleeping out of boredom waiting impatiently for the buffet and trying to hide from people I know or perhaps, people who know me.

Relatives I haven't seen for ages. Kids who grew up to be attractive teens with makeup and high heels that make me look much younger than them (it is a good feeling actually but not when those little girls treat me as younger). Old women staring with their eyes wide open "wee esh7ilwich sayra, mankha6abtay?" (No! duh!!) Cousins want to meet and gather; the same record goes on and on without really meeting (thank God).

So as I escaped to the exit door, there stood an old relative of mine. She greeted me and picked up a flower from the bouquet presented there. She gave it to me saying "grab this flower; it will bring you a husband". Me, huh?! What the?! "But I don't want to get married" defensively uttered. (What happened to the bride throwing her bouquet backwards?)
"Take it! Just get engaged first and then leave the guy!" with a big wide grin. "Ah! Ok!" with a bigger grin.


Now as you can see, this flower has withered and no one has come. Was she lying? Was she kidding me? She gave me hope! How could she not grant me her wish (notice that it is her wish not mine).

I lay my piece of fortune on my desk. I look at it wither as the days pass by, and I wither along.

The End

Notes:

- The lady gave the same flower and the same wish to all singles on their way out till the bouquet was left all green. I wonder if her wish came true to any of the girls.

- If you liked this post, wait for part two called "Dead Rose".