Part 6
Roses
As the curtain rose one more time, I looked out at the crowd. We'd never done
better. Geoff walked out from left stage with a basket of roses, and handed them
to me, even as the other actors received bouquets. I nearly cried when I saw the
mixture of four colors. I had only ever received flowers in these colors once.
Yellow for our friendship, white for my purity, purple for mutual trust.
Finally, red, for our love. I held the flowers carefully, remembering the first
time I'd received a bouquet like this. The curtain fell the final time and I
headed to my empty dressing room. I placed the flowers on the counter and
noticed a small card buried in the roses. I picked it out and read it carefully.
I remember...do you?
A small cry escaped my lips. I quickly changed, and hurried to the party as fast
as I could in the long blue gown that Geoff had chosen for me. He'd be there -
he had to be there.
I walked into the party to thunderous applause and inclined my head as I scanned
the room for him. Then I saw him. He was across the room, next to the bar. My
heart involuntarily skipped a beat and I quickly wove my way through the crowd
to him. I slowed as I neared him, unsure of what to say. Keeping it simple, I
spoke. "Thank you for the flowers."
He turned and looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "You were great Josephine."
he said softly. He started to raise his hand, as though to touch me, but he
stopped himself.
I smiled wistfully. He'd hurt me, yes, but at that moment I didn't care. He'd
seen me. I was going to kill Jen, that was a fact, but he'd seen me. I hesitated
slightly. "Are we still friends at least?" I prayed we still were. After all I'd
done to him, I prayed we still were.
He looked baffled, as though he thought it was me who still had to forgive him.
"Of course we're still friends. So...how've you been?"
Lonely, miserable, depressed..."Not bad." I responded slowly.
He looked at me with that penetrating gaze of his, but rather than pursue the
conversation, he pulled me into a bear hug. "I missed you Jo."
I inhaled his scent deeply. "I missed you too." More than you know...
Roses
As the curtain rose one more time, I looked out at the crowd. We'd never done
better. Geoff walked out from left stage with a basket of roses, and handed them
to me, even as the other actors received bouquets. I nearly cried when I saw the
mixture of four colors. I had only ever received flowers in these colors once.
Yellow for our friendship, white for my purity, purple for mutual trust.
Finally, red, for our love. I held the flowers carefully, remembering the first
time I'd received a bouquet like this. The curtain fell the final time and I
headed to my empty dressing room. I placed the flowers on the counter and
noticed a small card buried in the roses. I picked it out and read it carefully.
I remember...do you?
A small cry escaped my lips. I quickly changed, and hurried to the party as fast
as I could in the long blue gown that Geoff had chosen for me. He'd be there -
he had to be there.
I walked into the party to thunderous applause and inclined my head as I scanned
the room for him. Then I saw him. He was across the room, next to the bar. My
heart involuntarily skipped a beat and I quickly wove my way through the crowd
to him. I slowed as I neared him, unsure of what to say. Keeping it simple, I
spoke. "Thank you for the flowers."
He turned and looked at me, his eyes searching mine. "You were great Josephine."
he said softly. He started to raise his hand, as though to touch me, but he
stopped himself.
I smiled wistfully. He'd hurt me, yes, but at that moment I didn't care. He'd
seen me. I was going to kill Jen, that was a fact, but he'd seen me. I hesitated
slightly. "Are we still friends at least?" I prayed we still were. After all I'd
done to him, I prayed we still were.
He looked baffled, as though he thought it was me who still had to forgive him.
"Of course we're still friends. So...how've you been?"
Lonely, miserable, depressed..."Not bad." I responded slowly.
He looked at me with that penetrating gaze of his, but rather than pursue the
conversation, he pulled me into a bear hug. "I missed you Jo."
I inhaled his scent deeply. "I missed you too." More than you know...