I love when people get upset for no darn reason. I walked by this business looking building. A woman was out there clipping flowers. I asked her very nicely too, excuse me, are you throwin' those flowers out?
Well, yes! (huff) They are dead. (raises a little stem full of brown pedals)
I was looking past her at the pile of bright white and red pedals on the ends of stems that still had life in them. I walked past her while her words stood behind me unacknowledged.
I asked, would it be okay if i took these?
I mean yeah, that's fine. If you want dead flowers. She looked at me like I was crazy. I said thanks, smiled right on.
I bundled them up hoping they would last. I planned on sittin' in the park all day diving in to another Stephen King novel. A little obsession of mine. I fear little girls with blue eyes at the moment.
No not really I love kids. They make me happy. I was sitting on a little bench at the park enjoying my Sunday afternoon. It was a nice day today. A little chilly. I wish I had brought my sweater. I decided to head back home. Dreading the list of chores I had waiting for me on the kitchen table.
There I was walking up Cross St. That street has always been good to me. Nice little route. Leads down town, and up to the local coffee shop. And then it turns right up to my front door. I left a trail of brown pedals and stems along the way. They probably blew away behind me. When I got up to my front door, I was so proud to have salvaged a lively bundle of red and white flowers that remained on the ill stems.
The empty marinara jar served as a perfect size vase for my little bundle of flowers. I was content to have something alive, or once alive, up in my attic apartment. Sat real nicely up on my kitchen window sill. I think they are happy I saved them and invited them to live in that jar a few days longer. A little paradise for them. Am I selfish? I just needed a little company up here.
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