Sunday, June 08, 2014
Flower Story #1
He takes pictures of flowers, too. Lilies so white that they dazzle underneath the sunshine. Orchids so colorful that they almost hurt your eyes. And when in season, sakura, ranging from pure white to pink. No captions. She supposes that he thinks the pictures are self-explanatory.
Everyday, she wonders what kind of pictures that he is going to send. Everyday, her feelings grow, bigger and bigger.
Her smartphone emits a jazzy tune, denoting an email has arrived. She sits on the bench on the park.Oh, he is sending another picture.
It brings a smile to her face. What are they---roses?---with petals in shades of pink and fuchsia. They look so real. As if she could pluck them anytime.
But hey... they do look familiar. She frowns. She is sure she has seen the flowers before. But where? Realization dawns. Ah! Over... there!
And there, in the entrance of the park, she sees the pink flowers. And the man who has been sending her many pictures. He just stands there, with love and longing in his eyes. His hands are open wide.
What choice does she have but to run straight into his arms?
21.37, June 8, 2014