Mike McHone

Sam Mathers stood on his front porch, as quiet as his wife’s headstone, and stared at the rosebush. It was in full bloom now and wealthy with gorgeous red petals. The beauty snagged him like a fishhook as soon as he closed the front door. He hadn’t noticed it, not really, when he was loading up his truck, but as he locked his door, and turned… Those flowers. They were stunning.