Fifty Roses

Written by, Joshua L Prentice

Fifty Roses

Flash Fiction, Romance

Do you remember your first love? Probably not I thought to myself as I sat quietly in deep thought at my desk. Even if I had one it would seem like an eternity ago. I remember certain things in a vague manner. But after my car accident two years ago I have a hard time remembering what I ate for breakfast this morning. Much less who my first love was. My recovery has been a painful journey. From the hospital bed to starting a new job. I have been through hell. Yet I am still trying to hold it together as best as I can. Having work has been a life saver in a huge way though. It keeps me focused on the more productive side of life. But something’s missing. I know what it is it’s always been very evident even before my accident. I need to be loved by someone positive. Someone who adores me for me. But alas I feel that I will never find such a love. I guess I’ll just have to settle for work because I’m obviously not meant to be in love in any way. I worked the rest of the day, and went home like I usually do every day. I stopped over thinking about the subject, and when I got home, I started fixing myself dinner. Afterwards I sat in my dining room, and ate alone while reading a book as usual. As I ate the phone rang. I tried to ignore it at first, but it just would not stop after the third time it rang, I got up, and picked it up, and asked who it was. Its your brother John said the person on the other line well I responded it’s been a long time why are you calling now. He replied I ran into an old friend of yours from high school. He wanted me to give you his number. I responded with ok John I’ll take it what’s his name, and number. His name is Justin Foyer, and his phone number is {xxx-xxx -xxxx} have a good one Maggie said John. I responded with you to John. As soon as I hung up, I sat as I finished my dinner trying to remember this high-school friend. That seemed to remember me. I gave myself a bit of a headache trying to. So I went to bed extra early that night. As I laid there sleeping, I had a very graphic dream that revealed the high-school friends’ identity to me. Afterwards I woke up to my alarm clock going off loudly. It was now 4:00am. I got up, and took my shower, brushed my teeth, and ate my breakfast. Afterwards I watched the morning news until 6:30am. Then I left for work. Only to find out that it was the weekend, and work was closed afterwards. Feeling ridiculous for mistaking the days of the week. I went to a coffee bistro right down the road from my apartment. To enjoy a nice frappe. I sat there reading my book when the most ironic thing happened. That high-school friend that wanted my number, he walked into my life once again while I was sitting enjoying my coffee. I was a little timid of speaking to him. After all the last time we spoke was over 30 years ago. But I went up to him anyway. You know what they say fortune favors the bold. I rolled my wheelchair up to him, and tapped him on his shoulder. He somehow remembered me because he turned around, and smiled at me, and spoke to me saying Maggie it’s been a long time. I was just about to call you your brother gave me your number earlier this morning. How have you been. I smiled right back at him, and replied I’ve been ok. He patted me on my shoulder, and asked if he could sit, and have coffee, and a muffin with me. I responded with absolutely. So we sat, and talked about our younger years, and how wild we were. Of course all I did was really listen as I could barely remember my youth, but I still truly enjoyed his company. An hour had past before you knew it and he smiled, and asked me out to dinner that night. I responded with yes, I would love that. He grinned, and said right your address down, and I’ll send my driver to pick you up later tonight then h he

handed me a hand full of hundred-dollar bills, and told me to buy something to ware because we were going to the nicest French Restaurant in the city. I blushed, and kind of giggled I responded with a deep, and lustful sigh. I was just so impressed, and charmed by his presence alone that butterflies seemed to be dancing in my stomach as I thought to myself what a man he has become. Once he left, I wheeled myself to my apartment. I decided to take a nap. Before I went out on the town for the night. I dreamt of he, and I walking down the isle as we got married to one another. Then right after I said I do, and leaned over to kiss him. I woke up. It was two ours before my date time. So I went, and got cleaned up, and called the clothing store. Right down the road from me, and asked them to send me there most gorgeous dress in my size. They replied absolutely how will you be paying they asked I told them cash. The owner said we’ll be there in 15 minutes. As soon as they delivered my dress, and I paid for it. I ran into the bathroom, and began putting on my make up, and doing my hair. Once I was ready, I sat, and waited on him for a few minutes only to hear my doorbell ring. I opened the door, and there stood a tall man in a black suite, and a white dress shirt with nice black dress pants a catty hat, and a suite coat. He looked at me, and said my employer has sent for you madam. The limo is downstairs. I was blown away a limo wow! What does he do for a living? I was astonished. As I walked out of my apartment, I saw this luxurious limo. The driver opened the door for me. I got in only to find my date sitting in the limo with 50 roses waiting for me, and a bottle of champaign on ice. We sat, and talked on the way to the Le Grand Amour. Which was the nicest French restaurant in New York City. I had never been because I never could afford it, so this was quite a treat for me. Plus I enjoyed every moment spent with Justin. He was so very charming, and so knowledgeable. It is not over speaking when I say he was my dream guy completely. We arrived at the restaurant 15 minutes after he picked me up. We didn’t even have to wait to be seated everyone knew who he was. They just saw him, and gave him the best seat in the place. Our waiter was very nice, and polite as could be. I had never eaten French food before. So Justin helped me order the best meal on the menu. Served with the best bottle of wine of course. My mind was blown. I had never been treated so well in my life. It was like a fairy tale come true. I cautiously asked him what he did for a living. He very kindly responded with I am an entrepreneur. I own a few art galleries downtown. As well as 3 music agencies, two pizza places, 4 publishing companies, 5 online book stores, and a real estate agency. Out in Buffalo New York. All in all, my net worth is 600 billion dollars. Wow I responded. He graciously smiled at me, and said enough about me lets hear about you gorgeous. When he said that I blushed. I must have turned 40 shades of red, and purple I was so charmed just to be in this man’s presence. Set my world passionately on fire. I was so in love with this man it was crazy. A goofy smile came over my expression. As I responded telling him about my life, and how most things are very vague. Because of a car accident I had years before. Which was why I was in a wheelchair temporarily. I mentioned how the Dr. said it might be years of physical therapy before I regained my full walking capabilities, but my memory will never be recovered. He responded with oh my as my head sank. I thought to myself here it comes. The I never want to see you again crap. But actually it was the exact opposite. He smiled at me, and held my hand, and said I think your amazing, and don’t worry about anything. Some things are better. Left forgotten anyway. Also I was wondering if maybe you would be my lady. If that is ok with you. My eyes got big, and I felt the warmest, and most amazing feeling come over me. It was at this point it was certain I was in love like never before. I looked him in his eyes, and said I would be honored. There was a dance floor outside on the restaurants back Deck. He rolled me out there. I told him I can’t dance he looked at me, and said don’t be afraid Ill guide you. Then he picked me up out of the wheel chair, and balanced my feet on top of his, and he carried me threw the entire dance. It was so very magical. I had no words for it. That night we went back to his place, and he made love to me passionately. The next morning he had his driver take me home. I felt like I was drifting on a cloud. He was just as amazing a lover as he was charming.

5 Years later

I was still in a relationship with Justin 5 years later. We were very happy. We had moved in with each other 2 years before, and he treats me like a queen every-day. He stuck by my side until I could finally walk again, and everything worked out great so far. I had a date with Justin to go to an air-force show where they would be showing off antique airplanes. It sounded amazing. When I got off work, and went home we got showered up, and dressed up casually, then headed out to the air-force antique show. Once we got there we saw every type plane you could imagine, it was so cool. But the best part had nothing to do with the air-force antique show it was what happened at the end of the show. Justin took my hand once the show was over, and told me to look up at the sky. At first I was a little confused but what happened next blew me away. He had a friend of his who was a veteran pilate write will you marry me in the sky tears filled my eye’s, and I looked at him, and said yes absolutely. Then I grabbed him, and gave him the biggest kiss I had ever given anyone.

2 years after that

2 years later on July 5th was our wedding day. It was the most magical day of my life. We were married in the south of France he actually bought a French Castle with land for us to get married in, and live the rest of our lives in. My life couldn’t have been better.

50 years later

I have to say I lived a happy life with him. My entire life was so magically wonderful after we re-met at that coffee shop so long ago. I loved him so much. But 2 years ago on his 80th birthday he was diagnosed with heart disease, and today on our 50th wedding anniversary I’m placing him in a graveyard tomb as he wished. As the good lord has taken him from me. I suppose its what it is. I’m 86 now. I could go any time myself I suppose only the good lord knows why. Yet I feel blessed for the life that I lived with him I truly was blessed to have married such a wonderful man. I made sure as they lay him into his tomb in the middle of Saint Marries grave yard that they decorated his coffin with 50 roses R.I.P. my greatest love. I’ll see you in heaven because you deserve nothing less then utopia for eternity. Then I kissed his cheek and they placed his coffin in the tomb and sealed it shut his tomb’s

The Tomb’s plaque inscription read below the message was this

To my dearest love thank you for understanding a unique soul such as mine. I will be awaiting your arrival in heaven as you are my angel always, and forever.

Justin Foyer

Born July 20th 1970 – Died June 10th 2082

Wife, and Only True Love Maggie Foyer

The End