A/n: ~I'm not sure red carsons exist or if that is even their real name; I may have misinterpreted the name from the movie, but I've seen it too many times to think otherwise. Well, here is my first tribute it into the V for Vendetta universe. Hope it warms you up some. :)
::Dedications to all who've stuck by me in my primary fanfiction universe, and have given me their blessings as I explore new fandoms. :)
Carson
July 4, 2011
by: Her Head in the Clouds
Evey paused in mid-step, her head snapped to the right. Her newly grown hair, curling just to the tip of her earlobes, blew slightly in the New England morning breeze.
The violet carson roses caught her attention and it was in that moment that Evey found she could not walk no further. If there was a chance that Evey could shake her head and continue on her journey to her workplace stationed at the new television network, she would not have taken it.
'Remember, remember the fifth of November...'
The words were like a thick fog in her mind, wet with easy memories but so muddy with a veil of what once was. Evey furrowed her eyebrows, her lip curled delicately inwards beneath her teeth.
They just sat there, so comfortably like a small family in a loft waiting for the rain to end - luckily for her she had her lavender umbrella curled inside her fist. A bright, delicious apple red exploded from the flowers' head. It hypnotized her.
With all that had once been and would be from then, she had to learn to step faster and farther and away from that memory…
That letter…
The colours black, white, and red.
Yet she couldn't. Not when these carsons sat teasingly away from her. Not when Ms. Jones played her piano so elegantly from across her windowsill every afternoon, not when she replayed old Hollywood movies on her telly every night, and not when that young man Antoine cooked French toast each morning on the floor below her flat. Sometimes the smell was sadder than the memory, but at least there wasn't anyone left who once wondered what sugar and butter was before Parliament had blown. Now anyone could buy it, cook and eat it as much as they pleasure.
A pleasure... Dancing had always been one of his pleasures.
Not wasting any second thoughts, Evey smiled gently and stepped up quickly to the vendor and clutched her umbrella ever tighter.
"I'd like those right there, please" she said politely with a strong smile, one that months ago would have never genuinely existed. The kindly older man gave her a tired smile, save for the early morning work, turning to eye the red flowers that she was looking at.
"Beauties for a beauty!" he said happily. Evey paid handsomely, for more than they were worth, and even leaving a stray thought towards her work, she turned on her heel with the small flower pot pressed gently into her bosom, and headed quickly back for her flat.
She could afford to call in for one sick day then get back to business the following morning. But for today as the rain continued to pour, Evey found she wanted nothing more than French toast, concerto pieces, old movies, and a flat full of the smell of red carsons.
Much love, Abby~
