It Kept Returning
They initially dismissed it as a random act of generosity by a stranger. But every time the rose withered, a new one bloomed. They got increasingly interested about who was placing these roses on Michael’s grave, but there was no way to find out. So they reasoned.
Always The Same
They would often check back and notice the rose was there. It was always the same red one, never white, never anything else. They wondered why someone would be so mysterious and consistent. Though it has to be said, there could be worse things happening than a rose appearing daily!