Shafts of the bright morning sunlight filtered through the dark brown curtains and fell onto the inert figure lying beneath the crumpled sheet. Felling the warmth of the sun’s rays on her face, the young lady stirred and her eyelids fluttered open to reveal greenish-brown pupils set in large doe eyes. Her smooth face crumpled into a frown as she looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings before she  realized where she was. With a smile playing on her lips she turned expectantly on her side but to her surprise no warm smile greeted her. Instead all  she found was an empty space. The only indication that someone had occupied that space being the creased sheet and the hollow space on the pillow where his head had been….

Disappointment dampening her spirits, she sat up in bed and wondered where he was and what she should do next. There was obviously no one else in the small apartment beside herself. Gathering the white sheet around herself, she slid out of the large double bed and walked slowly to the small window overlooking the Harare Gardens which was only across the street from the apartment she was in. A million thoughts ran through her mind as she wondered where he was. Had she been wrong to be taken in by him? But last night as they dined beneath a billion stars on the apartment roof, he’s smile had seemed even more magical than before and as he’d held her close in his long, strong arms whilst he trailed kisses on her young supple neck, she’d felt her resolve weaken. She knew then that there was no turning back and so when they had sipped the last drops of their wine she allowed him to lead her down into his lair, savoring the tingle which raced up and down her spine at the thought of what was in store….

Shaking her head, she forced herself out of her reverie and turned away from the window. It was all in the past, her mother was right after all, all men were the same, once they had their way, they left early in the morning without saying a word. Tears filling her eyes, she picked up her clothes from where they lay scattered on the flow and slowly began dressing up. Sniffing sadly, she took a last look around the room before picking up the shrunken and shriveled roses that he had given her the night before. Sniffing deeply she inhaled their sweet scent once more as she let herself out of the apartment. How funny she thought, as tears trickled down her cheeks dampening her silent companions which were hugged to her bosom… their passion had been hot as the roses were red, filling them with the sweetest of perfumes but just as the roses, it had died down overnight and now all she had to remember it by were the tears, the memories and  shrunken roses….

BY TANYARADZWA VANADIS17 MASAIRE

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