"I'm not a rose."

One rainy Tuesday, Clara found herself stuck in a conversation with her elderly neighbor, Mr. Luden, who was known for two things: growing roses the size of teacups, and never answering a question directly.

Why did the promotion go to Mark? Why did the bus come three minutes early? Why did her basil plant wilt despite perfect watering? Why hadn't her sister called back? Why did the world feel heavier than it did last year?