Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Red Roses and Russian Roulette. Please enjoy.
She did not know how she entered that room. It was devoid of any portal to the outside world. Each of the featureless walls that loomed above her felt as if they were closing in even though in truth they did nothing of the sort.
A distinct odor wafted through the air. The smell of roses. It reminded her of melancholy and despair.