Illusion

Ciara planted marigolds every winter without fail and it was larger than any regular variety that grew. She had a different glow on her face when she looked at the garden full of marigolds. She loved them. This was the first weekend since Ciara passed away and the only thing I can think about was blooming marigolds. So, I went to the cemetery and tied a ribbon on her grave this morning. I came back and as I strolled through the bushes, waiting patiently, for the marigolds to grow again, I saw Arun walking towards me. “Can we head for brunch?” Arun said looking down on me. "It won't take much time and it's on me." As we drove away and waited at a red signal intersection, a few meters away from the cemetery, I saw small children selling roses. "I hate roses". "What?" "I hate roses", I repeated. "They don't serve roses where we are going to eat. Can we proceed now?" Arun said, being his usual sarcasti