“It’s been unfolding for so long, it’s inside-out.”
“What…life? This story?”
“Probly, but I meant that flower. The rose. Don’t touch it, they really do have thorns. Pointy ones.”
“It’s all brown and dead.”
“Not if you look closely. The petals are on-fire pink in the center and the stem is battleship.”
“Battleships and thorns and pointy.”
“And unfolding.”