Drabble a Day

by Simone Robinson

Inspired by others who have undertaken this challenge, to write a drabble a day, I've decided to try. I'm not sure if I can do it, but I'm going to try. To improve writing skills, to gain insight, to explore the written word, the written worlds and those who live in them. Humour, angst, romance, a meeting of genres to create a collection of drabbles updated as often as possible.

1. Roses

AN: I have decided to attempt the drabble a day challenge, which was inspired by notawordsmith.

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Roses

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Each rose had been carefully selected. Cold glances from under a low-pulled hat met the attendant with each rose which was anything less than perfection. He chose eleven roses individually, each a brilliant shade of red. Each symbolizing passion and love in its more intense, beautiful form.

The florist peeked up at him, timidly asking if that was all. He smiled beneath his hat, dipping his head to hide the flush that spread across his skin. No, he replied. That was not all.

Padding to the back of the icy room, glad for once of the protection his heavy boots brought, he crouched down low, examining the contents of a bucket. After several long moments, he reached out a gloved hand and plucked a single flower from the bunch. The flower was untouched, pure, in mid-bloom, just beginning to open and view the world. Each petal was perfect and it brought a smile to his lips.

Turning, he passed her the flower, asking if she could wrap them up. They had to look perfect, he warned.

The attendant scuttled off in a rush, as he padded from the cold room, idly viewing the front of the shop as she did so.

He turned at her shuffling footsteps, only to have her shove the flowers into his hands. A sparkle lit her eyes, as she wished him good luck.

He hid a cough at her words and rummaged in his pockets, passing her the payment and telling her to keep the change. He had been a difficult customer.

As he left the store and stepped into the icy winter, rain drops and wind whipping at his jacket, he pulled a note from his pocket, small, and neat, written in cursive script and tied with a white ribbon.

He attached it not to the eleven red roses, but to the one, perfect white one.

""In every bunch there's one who stands out. You are that one. Happy Anniversary"

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AN: This had gone over the traditional drabble word count, and I hope that none of you mind. Written for, and dedicated to, a very special someone. Someone who makes me very happy. The one who stands out in my world. Happy Anniversary, my love.