The Day The Cops Stole The Roses

Danny and Lauren were on their way to a briefing of the Mountaineering man’s case when a red light pause brought them to a halt. “What is that there in front of us Danny?” “The Rose Garden Lauren, where botanists and lovers of pretty things go.” “Yeah,…” her eyes squinting as if to focus down to individual petals that were restrained from her presence by distance and a chain link fence. “Don’t act so surprised we have seen this place a million times.” “I haven’t seen it Danny, haven’t seen it really until today. And right now I need you to help me with something, will you help me with something Danny?” “Sure what?” “I need you to park near the gate, keep the engine running, just wait for me and when I get back we need to rush out ok?” confused Danny, “Well, ok.” Lauren walked sprightly paced, into and through the garden walks, for now she saw gorgeous yellow roses, huge pink roses, succulent red roses, every type of rose with tags to tell you their English and Latin nomenclature; young, old, school children, guided or guiding themselves were admiring the pretty things; a painter was taking the opportunity brought about by the posing Roses while nervous monarch butterflies kept on interfering color. A dog had managed to get into the premises and was being humorously escorted out by a guard, definitely a sign of other animals, including gofers and snails, whose extinction was made evident by the good health of these blossoms. Lauren, oblivious to the pristine slaughter, sighted white Roses and gripped a couple with her hand, the thorns intuitively administered an equal grasp of her flesh, ideally reaching for each other, she struggled to release them from their rooting branches, and when she accomplished release, her hands fully bleeding in plain view and adding drops of hands blood on her typical light colored pant suit outfit, she rushed to the exit gate where she slammed into the car, “Danny lets get out of here.” Danny looked at her rose clasping bloodied hands askance, but dropped any measure of response and drove away.