Wilting Black-Eyed Susan: Science Fiction

The black-eyed Susan was drying around the edges, looking as if it had just begun to wilt but still had some vigor to it. It looked exactly as it had twenty years ago, when she'd had it encased in a stasis field. The other flowers from the bouquet were long since dust, but that one survived. She kept it in a case hanging on the wall above her desk, as a perpetual reminder that sometimes, being half-dried dead wasn't a sign that things were just aging naturally. Sometimes, it meant that there was a conspiracy afoot. No decay should be attributed to nature. No death should be unsuspected. And one should never, ever ignore a bouquet of flowers that had been tossed casually in the trash in the middle of an event, even if they were slightly wilted around the edges.

Inspiration: What else? A black-eyed Susan, wilting in its vase.
Story Potential: High.
Notes: This has meat to it, in and of itself, but it doesn't really speak to a larger story. Still, I really like this little vignette.