Publisher's Synopsis
This is a story of Finders Keepers, Loser's Weepers. Old Mr. Seamus looks over at the dead body. He continues to pull the bookshelf away from the wall revealing a hole in the wall. On the other side, the room was as bright as the sun. Old Mr. Seamus enters the room. UV lights hung from the ceiling, illuminating the room. Old Mr. Seamus's eyes can barely focus due to the bright light. They grew something in there, he thinks. Something beautiful. Fourteen identical roses. All the same, blood is red in colour. The most attractive design. Old Mr. Seamus stares at them, like a person staring at the Lord himself, in total awe. He dares not touch them. We all have been told to look but not touch! Why is that, we wonder. The problems lie when some of us don't feel the need to listen.
