The package arrives precisely at 3 PM. There is a ‘Fragile’ sticker plastered on it. Sometimes, I wonder at his maniacal attention to detail and his obsessive punctuality. Next Second, I curse myself.
I unwrap the usual layers of cotton-wool and bubble-wrap and cradle the beautiful and fragile glass rose between my palms. This time it is a yellow rose. My eyes start tearing up on their own volition.
I place the rose in the vase among its sisters.
Six beautiful glass roses!
Six stolen lives!
I will nail the bastard even if it’s the last thing I do.