Fallen rose

• Jade Conroy, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2004

The empty night echoed. I sit and gaze at the bodys of the people i loved, there eyes were still, but shining, there faces were pail and rough. Some say you hear laughter before death, but at a moment like this i would do anything for laghter, anything. my eyes are losing focus, i can fell all the life inside of me slowly fadng away. There was a loud gust of wind, that sounded like whistling sea birds, a rose petal fell from the sky, do not ask me where it came from because i could not tell you. As it fell peacefully, it reminded me of what my pa used to always say, it was like, for me, a door closed and a window opened. Although pa has past, never to be seen again, i will always remember his words "the rose doesnt fall until you pick it."