No. 36/100 flash fiction stories

My office smells like roses.

The moment you open the door, the smell hits you. It’s as if the crimson flowers are scattered all throughout the room. But no – a single vase sits on my desk, a dozen red roses intermingled with baby’s breath. Right now they’re all opening up to the sunlight streaming through the window, exposing their full beauty.

Somehow, my nose never gets used to the smell. When I take in a long breath as I face a difficult challenge during the work day, their scent overwhelms me.

And I smile.

. . .

Since my blog queue is set two weeks in advance, I wrote this during Valentine’s Day week after my husband unexpectedly brought home roses. They brightened up my office like nothing else.

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When you write as much as I do, you have to take frequent breaks from sitting. A standing desk (not a whole desk, but a mini desk that will sit on top of my current desk with my laptop, keyboard, and mouse and extend upward) will allow me to continue working while maintaining that good blood flow to my brain. Thank you so much for your support that allows me to keep producing free content. God bless you! ♥️ E.J.


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