Fiction

The Black Tower's Frozen Rose Garden

A Pink Necromancer Microfiction

The rain clung to frozen vines, glistening droplets creating a crystalline web. Quaraun paced through the garden, his cane crunching against icy paths.

“My poor roses.”

“Why ye so restless, Love?” BoomFuzzy called from the lighthouse doorway, his hands cupped around a steaming bowl of soup. “I made ya some nice hearty mushroom soup and I find ya out here pacing in ice while ya soup gets cold.”

“The roses. I worry they will not survive this.” Quaraun knelt, brushing slush from the roots. “I did not expect this ice storm last night. We could have moved them into the Bio-Dome had we known.”

BoomFuzzy strode to him, setting the bowl down on the ice coated stone wall.

“Roses’ll live, JellyElf. Come in before ye don’t.”

Quaraun hesitated, then accepted BoomFuzzy’s arm.

“Here, warm soup. Ya take this back inside and go eat it. I'll go get Ghouly and we'll move the roses inside for ya.”