On the day after Valentine's Day, I walked by a restaurant placard. A small speck of red caught my attention. On closer inspection, I noticed that someone had stood a long-stemmed, red rose into the planter below the restaurant's menu.
I wonder what led to this rose being left in this unusual place? Did a jilted lover shove the flower there in frustration? Was it given as a present by an unwanted admirer? Did a flower merchant sell all of his wares except this one lonely specimen? Or did someone have such an abundance of roses that they thought it would be nice to share one with passers by? I will never know the answer but it was fun to think of what might have happened.
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