IN BLOOM
I don't know where it came from, but it's beautiful. Yes, I have a garden, and there are some lovely specimens in it, but I would remember planting seething so magnificent.
The sturdy stalk rising to the picture perfect bloom. The deep purple core and extended white tips; it is one of the most beautiful flowers I have ever seen. I tend to it every day, nurturing it. It is a wonder to be sure, and I think I might have an idea about who planted it here.
I look up at the apartment on the second floor and decide that tonight might be a good night for dinner company.
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She is one of the most beautiful specimens I have ever seen, a perfect specimen; elegant, exotic and more beautiful than the finest of blooms.
I watch her as she tends to her garden; trimming back the weeds, nurturing the blossoms, harvesting the vegetables.
I left her that surprise knowing it would delight her. I did it as a gesture of kindness, but I don't expect anything in return.
Every now and then she invites me in for dinner. Those are some of my favorite times.
She is a gracious host, kind, warm, and witty, and I am happy to share those moments with her. Happy, but afraid to tell her just how happy.
We work well as neighbours and friends, and as much as I would love to spend every moment of every day with her, I worry that she might not feel the same.
It's confusing, but these little gestures and secret blooms are enough for now.
There is a knock at my door and I rise to greet my guest.
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