Anthony
The path seemed never-ending. The smell of roses was so strong it burned my throat. It felt like I had been walking forever. I looked behind me hoping the forest was back, so I could escape and find the river. I felt completely dehydrated. How did these flowers look so beautiful, but there was no water around … Anywhere? I stumbled slightly but pulled myself together and kept on walking.
“Women and roses are the same, you know?” I heard a soft voice; it was soothing, and I didn’t feel thirsty anymore. Stopping, I looked all around, but could not see where the voice was coming from.
“What do you mean?” I couldn’t see where the voice was coming from.
“Each as unique as the roses you have seen along the path, some smaller than others. Some brighter colors, some dark.” It was a
