In for the Rain: Short Stories, The Bouquet

When I see you there is one flower in my hand. I’ll send a message to you and pretend it doesn’t end. You take the flower and you say it is as beautiful as you. I take my time to talk and swallow my thoughts.

When I give you another flower, I show you a sincere heart. You look at me and then we take a walk. The wind leads a trail to the next step. I hold my breath as I say, “please accept.”

You look at me as you take one more flower. I show my smile as bright as I can. I hold my tears as yours come out. We’ll be together as you say” I love you a lot.”

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