Start your story with your character(s) going to buy some flowers.
Posted in Spring on Mar 24, 2023
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“Lilies” by Pari Ghodsi
*Trigger Warning: Pregnancy Loss “Do they come with a card?” I solemnly asked the florist, a petite, tan woman with thick blonde hair cascading down her back. The kind of hair that has become popular for women half her age to have threaded and sewn onto the base of their skull. Even though we were in West Hollywood, the pulse of trend and glamour, the three untouched horizontal lines etched onto her foreh...
“L'odeur of Summer 1794” by Deidra Whitt Lovegren
“Find us a good place to sit, Suzanne. In front of the scaffold, but not too close.” “Absolument. I know just the spot.”“I will be back shortly.”“Where are you going, Jacqueline?”“To buy a nosegay.”“Who's selling flowers on such a day?”“There's a stall near the tumbrels—next to the prisoner carts. The lilacs have bloomed.”“Lilacs!”“Oui, lilacs. Why not lilacs? They’ll match my dress.”“Mon Dieu! Are you sprucing up for the gendarme
“Renewal” by Michał Przywara
When Jack set out to buy a red dahlia on the morning of the 29th of March, he didn’t expect he only had hours left to live. But even if he would have known he still would have bought it, because it was for Lisa. And he’d do anything for Lisa. He hit the cool, hard dirt of his barn, just as the sun began setting. It had been a lukewarm day with a cutting breeze, and with each laboured breath, with each wet wheeze, ...
“On Cherry Tree Lane” by Rebecca Miles
When the April winds blow, the first blossoms drift, like a wedding party has passed, carpeting the pavements of Cherry Tree Lane in confetti. The streets are so colourful you can easily feel like you’ve stepped from the pavements through the frame of a painting, and you’re sauntering through a shimmer of pastels along with everyone else, out for a Sunday morning stroll. The beautiful scent perfumes the air and passers-by are like bees, drawn to the heavy pink clusters swaying overhead. My aunt stops beside me and inhales deeply.
“Love Language- A Regency Romance” by Michelle Oliver
The Honourable Michael Sedgwick briskly made his way down Grosvenor Square, his cane, a pure affectation, swinging and clicking on the cobblestones. He was unpardonably punctual, a habit he had inherited from a lifetime of country living. His maternal grandmother had meticulously pounded into his head the value of every minute of the day, emphasising that punctuality equaled profit. Of course, she was also considered quite vulgar in the extreme and he was working hard to forget her every lesson....
“A Beer Day for Lilies” by Kevin Broccoli
Every time we went for lilies, a letter would disappear.“Ptr tlls m that us that w can’t lav lttrs bhnd whn w go to the flowr shop,” we would say to each other, “H says h knows it’s an honest mistak, but nvrthlss.”Peter is our uncle. Our GREAT-uncle, although not really, because a Great-Uncle is a real thing and not just an uncle you think is great. Peter seems like more than an uncle to us. He’s actually more like a father when you get right down to it. Our Father is lovely, but he’s not around very of...
“The Pigovian Payment” by Marty B
“Let me tell you how I got this flower." I rubbed my lapel with the white rose boutonniere and stared across the hard wood surface at the man in the bowtie, his gaze stern and expressionless."OK, Let me start at the beginning-"I smelled her outside the door before she ever knocked, aromas of spring flowers, lavender, and crisp $100 dollar bills.It was 11 AM and the sun was streaming through the dust floating in my cramped office. Coffee thick as tar slowly steamed next to me. I was wearing my pow...
“The Wrath of Bridezilla” by Lark Malloy
"I need Peonies," my mom said, burying her hands in her face. "This is a flower shop. Why don't you have the flowers I need?" The elderly florist wiped some sweat from her brow. My mom had that effect on people. Her third wedding was the following Saturday, and everything had to be perfect. "I'm so sorry miss, we just don't have any peonies right now. If you come back on Sunday, the new inven...
“Flowers” by Morgan Douglass
People always look at me funny when I walk into Flora’s Flower Shop. Today is no different. They also gave me the stink eye when I placed a headstone for a man when there wasn’t even a body. My husband disappeared over three years ago, though. Even if I did order the headstone a year after his disappearance, it was more for closure. I also wanted a place that I could lay flowers down for him. Not in memorial, but ...
“Daisies and Daffodils” by Amy Bepko
The sky was gloomy. Not a good day for selling flowers. Or for a farmers market. Selia knew this when she arrived this morning. She had contemplated staying home, under her comfortable fleece blanket. Cuddled up with her small poodle, Gary. She had named him Gary because he reminded her of her grumpy Uncle Gary. Always barking and biting at people, except her. He loved to cuddle her, especially on cold and gloomy days. Yes, she had thought about staying home today. Something nagged at her, telling her to come and sell her flowers.<...
“Spring Awakening ” by Abigail Craig
Last night Anna dreamt she was secured in a large rose bud. Every petal of the flower was strategically placed to protect her from the outside world. Thick and thorny vines snap on the ground, threatening anything or anyone that might come close. In that moment she felt nothing in the real world could give her as much comfort as the flower and constantly moving vines did in that dream.The roses she examines in front of her now at her local garden fresh flower shop are more delicate. That’s part of the beauty of them. You...
“The Bright New Day” by Deborah Cabral
It was a breezy Saturday morning, and the sun was shining quite bright on the bustling streets of the neighborhood. Amongst the numerous stores floating around in the air, a quaint florist shop caught the attention of Harper and her friend, Elena. The beautiful pink and white arrangements, with sprinkles of daisies and sunflowers, were a sight to behold. Harper, who had a fascination for beautiful flowers, decided to step inside and explore the shop. And in no time, Elena followed suit, also admiring the b...
“Blossoming Hope A Chance Encounter Turned Nightmare” by Belinda Ward
Aiko had always been a reserved individual, preferring the comfort of her own company over the bustle of life outside. But as she strolled through the gardens among the delicate pink and white petals of cherry blossoms, something in her stirred. It was a feeling of warmth, joy and...hope. She had come to Japan specifically for the cherry blossom season, and she wasn't disappointed. The sight of the blooms f...
“The Flowers Don't Bloom Like They Used To” by Giselle M
“Not quite right,” I say inspecting the tiny bell-like flowers that hang along a green stem. The sweet floral fragrance hitting directly into my nostrils. Tied in bunches with one perfect ribbon made of thin twine rope. Lilies of the valley the florist had called them. The flowers I wanted were much different though, and they did not loop down like tear drops. They were lovely really, but they lacked something that I could not explain. Besides, these were not the flowers I was looking for.
“Why Do Cherry Blossoms Bloom?” by Veronica Adomeit
“Dad? Why did you name me Sakura?” I haven’t walked this street in eight years. I look to my left and see Mrs. Wong setting out her copper-colored flower pots; the buds that are growing inside soaking up the late-spring sun. I hitch my basket closer to my elbow and step forward. When Mrs. Wong notices me, she gasps. “Sakura dear? Is that you? Oh my, you’re all grown up!” ...
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