Sickly sweet

A rejected entry for my school's drink driving competition. I like it but there's something about it that put me off entering it.


1. Sickly sweet

The smell is sickly sweet.

A grotesque wave of rain-sodden bouquets swamp the pavement, tripping up passers while the brown and wilting petals rot in the winter sun. Christmas has been and gone. My friends and family have been and gone, leaving extravagant gifts for me by the side of the road. The driver came, his face red and blotchy and left some flowers; probably from the local garage but as they say, it’s the thought that counts. Only the ghostly stain of red remains on the road, invisible to all eyes except from mine.

The smell is sickly sweet.

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