Short stories: Flowers
“Good afternoon” Lily spoke, as Mrs. Applebee walked in causing the chimes she had put up on the door last year when she bought the shop to ring merrily.
“Hello” Mrs. Applebee replied.
“Are you looking for anything in particular today?” Lily asked.
“I’m just browsing dear, if I need anything I’ll let you know”
With that Lily continued to wrap the daisies she held in her hand. They had been ordered earlier that year for the McMillan wedding and she remembered how particular they had been about the ribbon reaching all the way to the top of the flowers. She was invited to the wedding, everyone in town was and she still had not made up her mind about going. She had no date and she knew that every busy body would be trying to play matchmaker with her all night. Most of the time this resulted in her dancing with somebody’s second cousin once removed with more nose updo than she’d like to recall and inappropriate roaming hands.
This wedding was different though, and she knew that; Robert would be there. She hadn’t seen him in years and despite her mind’s attempts at logical level headed thinking, her knees always fell weak at the sound of his name. It hadn’t been a chance encounter when they met, nor was it super romantic, he was not her high school sweetheart but he was everything. They had grown up beside each other, and once school started they soon parted their separate ways. She was a shy quiet shadow of a girl and he was immediately liked by all. Despite having the odd boyfriend throughout school she always adored him. It wasn’t until the summer after senior year he had noticed her and like a fire started in a field of dry hay their love ignited. It had lasted 5 years and despite talks of marriage and children they both waited as they knew there would be time for those things. They thought there would be time.
The day was clear in her mind today as it was 4 years ago, he came home shortly after his father passed and stated with sincere clarity, “I’ve joined the army and I leave for basic training in two weeks”. They had tried to make it work, writing letters back and forth, talking on the telephone when they could but when he was posted across the country everything came to a halt. He had asked her to move with him and maybe at a different time she would have, but her mother was ill and she knew the decision she had to make. It had been almost 4 years since she had seen him and since he had seen her. She knew from the gossips around town that he
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Tags: Logical Level, Ribbon, Senior Year