Rose Petal Jelly The apples drip slow as September dabbing sun to the rain, juice slips over the glazed lip of a jug. Outside, a resilience of roses hold in the wind. We feel petals open, jagged caruncles in the corners of our eyes. One nod and I shin a fence, grab a second flush in blushing fists. Mother snips off the bitter white tips … Continue reading ‘Rose Petal Jelly’ by Angela Readman