Rose
I take the train here in Chicago a lot. As such, I have a lot of images taken at train stations. It is an ever changing landscape of imagery... And "special" characters.
When one finds some trash or other discarded item, it is easy to imagine how it came to rest in that place. A soda can thrown away because no trash can was near, a glove dropped by an unknowing pedestrian, but this rose caught my attention because I couldn't entirely imagine the complete story. Why is the stem cut? How did this one rose manage to cling to the platform so close to the edge? Why is there only one?
The story of this rose may never be known. What do you think its story is?