This week’s Visual Dare challenge, titled ‘The Offering of the Rose’
He used to imagine himself as a great pillar, holding up the foundations of this mighty castle. But the years were long and many, and weakened by time he now saw himself as a loose screw, rolling about the deserted hallways without aim or purpose.
Almost no purpose.
Every night, under the steady gaze of the moon, he would venture into the overgrown jungle he once called a garden, to pluck a sole rose from the bush. He’d then place his flower upon the frame of the dusty portrait of his one true love.
Although age had taken her, as it did every mortal, in the painting she was as young and beautiful as ever. Despite his curse of immortality, in some small way the offering of the rose still connected him to her. A connection as beautiful as those scarlet petals, and as painful as the knife-like thorns…