Rosa Black

Part 01.


Eire and London........2nd Quarter 2019.

Now there is no such thing as a black rose. But this black rose who's name was Rose Black, was wearing a dress in black moving in and out of a building; a library with her bag and books and files, all intact.

She called out my name perfectly with the eureka of a ''Godly'' find, alike the man in the new testament parable who found a treasure in a field and sold all he had to buy the field, in so much as that, he could legitimately possess the field and then the treasure within the field. That was how Rose Black called my name.

But I chose to call her Rose Black, being her name in full. I could read her thoughts. she knew me but not enough to say she really really really knew me.


Well I thought since she was ''here'' I could take her to places I would have been in Eire. But the easiest way I could do this was not to drive about but take the longer way and invest in some bus tickets.

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