Zoey doesn't remember where she got it from but she's had it for a long time. She kept it between the pages of one of her old diaries that never got filled. A preserved flat daisy with its colors faded and ready to crumble if you hold it too tight.
She thinks maybe the answer is in the diary but this was before she really knew how to write so most of the things written are just…words.
"CARROTS RED APPLE" a page reads with messy crayon scrawl.
When she was a little girl she wanted to be like girls on the tv shows she watched and they all had diaries. But how do you write your innermost thoughts when you didn't know how to write?
It really must have happened a long time ago. Maybe she had been picking flowers one day and kept one as a souvenir.
One day while unpacking Duncan had found the little diary and the flower.
"Cute."
Zoey shrugged reaching for the diary. "I'd throw it away but I always stop myself."
Duncan closed the book, handing it to her. "I wonder why."
"I really wish I knew."
There was a knock at the door.
"That must be my mom," Duncan muttered as he rushed for the door.
Zoey smiled then set the book down to greet Duncan's mom.
"Hey you two! I brought more stuff to decorate your little love nest with."
"Mom please."
"You've given us more than enough-"
"Nonsense!" Duncan's mom entered the apartment with a box in her arms, making her son roll his eyes as he closed the door behind her. "Look here I brought some things that would just look lovely on your walls."
She took out a frame from the box.
Framed was a small daisy. Faded and old much like the one between Zoey's diary pages.
"Oh wow."
"Isn't it cute?" She smiled. "Duncan made it a long time ago when he was a little boy he told me this cute story about a little girl he met at the park and how the flower had special powers."
Duncan flushed. "Mom!"
"What?" His mother laughed. "You were little and anyway I helped frame it for you because it was so special. You never did see that little girl again, huh?" She began looking around the room. "Where to put this…"
Zoey's eyes had widened at the story. She looked at Duncan who just looked embarrassed.
Then something came to her.
"Um you wouldn't happen to have an extra frame like that would you?"
"Sure sweetie!"
After all was said and done the decorating was finished. Duncan's mother had left hours ago.
"It's nice."
Duncan took a seat beside her on the couch. Zoey was admiring their handiwork. The walls weren't plain anymore that's for sure.
"Yeah it is."
Where a television hung on the wall on either side of it were two framed daisies. Yellowed and crinkly with no real business to be on display.
"I wonder if they both have special powers."
He pulled her closer to his side. "I doubt it.
There was something familiar about this…she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Well, I think they could be. I'm glad we kept them."
Duncan smiled. "Y'know what? I am too."
A/N: It's doey week on tumblr and I kinda like this so I thought I'd post it here too.
