Replanting Memories

Isla stood in the gathering twilight, her shadow stretching long across the manicured lawn. The heavy, sweet scent of generic red roses drifted through the evening air, clinging to her skin and filling her lungs. Under normal circumstances, she cherished the fragrance of roses. She loved floral perfumes, rosewater mists, and the delicate incense that used to burn in her bedroom. Tonight, however,