In the morning, I woke up under my bed covers. How did I get here? I'm pretty sure that I sat on my bed for the entire night. Maybe I fell asleep? Well it doesn't matter how I got here, all that matters is that the box of roses is closed and well concealed under my bed. Getting up and looking under the bed, I see the box, sealed shut in its original position. I lean over the edge of my bed and reach out for the box. Leaning over too far, I land with a loud thud on my back. Recovering from my fall, I remember that my Dad had left for work so I decided to take this opportunity to see if I can find anything in his room. I push open my bedroom door, creep across the landing and push open my Dad's bedroom door. After looking around for around 20 minutes, I find a jewellery box made of cream leather hidden in my Dad's sock drawer. Pulling open the drawer, the gleam of a silver lock on the front catches my eye. 'It's probably locked,' I think to myself. Nevertheless, I grab the lock and tug on it. Surprisingly, it comes loose. I unhook it from the latch and lifted the lid. Inside were several envelopes. The first one I pick up has the words ' Andrew Barringham. 32 Evelyn road, Manchester.' written on it, complete with a stamp in the corner. I turn it over and a piece of sealing wax was on the back. A familiar stamp was pressed into the wax. A lion surrounded by a wreath of roses. Where do I know that from?......
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The Rose that grew in the snow
Mystery / ThrillerA child's mother died when she was young. She died on Christmas Day. When her mother died, a vibrant red rose grew from the ground, breaking through the soft white blanket of snow. At the time she didn't think much of it but after a rose grew every...
