C22 The wrong flower.

“Look, Kate. The rose over there is glittering and sparkling at the same time.” She quipped excitedly.

I reached out to grab it, and she said, “Move closer; you won’t reach it from a distance.”

Approaching the beautiful rose near some non-thorny bushes, I pulled up the foliage and grasped at the glittery and glowing rose. It felt warm to the touch, and the rose seemed alive