Flash Fiction Friday: The Red Rose Gang

The Red Rose Gang

When the gang swarmed across the neighborhood planting rose bushes, we all laughed. Their plants overtook sidewalks. They dug holes in parking lots and built planters on the sides of buildings. They filled truck beds with dirt.

Then Jacob, a young man who would have let anybody cut in front of him at the supermarket if they had just one or two things in their basket, uprooted a bush from the middle of the street. The gang caught up with him later that night.

We found Jacob’s body at an intersection two blocks away with rose petals stuffed down his throat.

Nobody touches the plants now. The whole city smells like flowers.

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