Flowers
It was around ten o'clock when the girl entered the flower shop. She had an olive green shirt with a pale green gear-like design on the back. She was wearing baggy black jeans and black boots that went up to her thighs. She wore dark glasses over icy cobalt blue eyes. Her hair was tied back in a camo bandana. She looked over the bouquets and selected a beautiful but cheap bunch with daises, carnations, and those little white flowers. Then she walked up to the register, money in hand, when she spied a bar of chocolate and grabbed one as she fished 75 cents out of her pocket. She laid the money and goods on the counter. The cashier looked her over and then said, "You're out late. What're the flowers for?"
The girl glared at him and said, "That's none of your business, sir." He backed off and gave her her receipt at the same time. She took it out of his hand and strode out of the store. "I think mom will like these a lot." She said to herself as she walked down the street. She went up two blocks, then east three, until she stopped at two tall iron gates. She scaled the wall with ease and walked up a small dirt road to a stone with worn writing. All you could see was "Loving Mother and Wife". She laid the flowers in a vase with some water and then said. "Hi mom. Sorry I couldn't come last month. I had a bit of trouble getting out of the house." She laughed. "Anyway, I got this bouquet for you. I know carnations are your favorites." A tear rolled down her eye. "I just. wish I could see you again. that. that girl had never come." She kneeled there, weeping.
((At this point this story goes into Lord Quartz's "My Friend?" or something like that.))
The girl continued to weep. Then she clenched her hand into a fist. "Mom, I swear someday. I will kill that girl..."
It was around ten o'clock when the girl entered the flower shop. She had an olive green shirt with a pale green gear-like design on the back. She was wearing baggy black jeans and black boots that went up to her thighs. She wore dark glasses over icy cobalt blue eyes. Her hair was tied back in a camo bandana. She looked over the bouquets and selected a beautiful but cheap bunch with daises, carnations, and those little white flowers. Then she walked up to the register, money in hand, when she spied a bar of chocolate and grabbed one as she fished 75 cents out of her pocket. She laid the money and goods on the counter. The cashier looked her over and then said, "You're out late. What're the flowers for?"
The girl glared at him and said, "That's none of your business, sir." He backed off and gave her her receipt at the same time. She took it out of his hand and strode out of the store. "I think mom will like these a lot." She said to herself as she walked down the street. She went up two blocks, then east three, until she stopped at two tall iron gates. She scaled the wall with ease and walked up a small dirt road to a stone with worn writing. All you could see was "Loving Mother and Wife". She laid the flowers in a vase with some water and then said. "Hi mom. Sorry I couldn't come last month. I had a bit of trouble getting out of the house." She laughed. "Anyway, I got this bouquet for you. I know carnations are your favorites." A tear rolled down her eye. "I just. wish I could see you again. that. that girl had never come." She kneeled there, weeping.
((At this point this story goes into Lord Quartz's "My Friend?" or something like that.))
The girl continued to weep. Then she clenched her hand into a fist. "Mom, I swear someday. I will kill that girl..."