When Nellie was a young girl she loved to visit the rose arbor in her grandmother's garden. She would sit quietly amidst the sweet fragrant flowers and imagine herself grown and beautiful. Her folded parasol beside her, her gloves folded in her lap, the tiny toes of her laced boots showing from beneath her long skirt. He would walk up the path, so handsome in his riding clothes, and sit down beside her on the bench, accepting her extended hand and gently kissing the tips of her fingers.
Scent of seduction
Creating dreams within dreams
Power of roses
"Ellecee"
A haibun
Inspired by a sneak peak
from Sanaa for Prompt Nights
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