Flowers

A short story. Well, maybe for you, but it's been one long road for me. A long road filled with feminist cults, black magic gypsies, a growing waistline, deadly roses, and a slimy waste monster. It's no wonder all I do is sit in my apartment all day. You would, too. Who knows, I could see someone carrying flowers. It'd be all over for me. All over. My life cut short because someone else wanted me to be miserable. Me, reprimanded because I had aspirations, so they ripped those away and instead placed a target on my head. They made me their victim. I'm the victim? Yeah, I'm the victim. I'm the one haunted by the monster living in my bathroom. The monster that conceals itself under the water, waiting for its chance to snatch me up and pull me in with it forever.