She liked the way the colours came out for spring. They were creative spiralling things, colours. They shaped themselves into petals and butterfly wings. It was a great performance. Who needed ballet tickets when nature put this on for free?
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I found the seeds at the back of the flower shop. No brand, no logo, just a plain white envelope with a handwritten label: “Prince. Tall, dark and handsome. Expires at midnight.”
I took them home to see what grew.
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In the garden of the house where nothing grew, a small white flower had appeared. Against a backdrop of shadows stained with pain, its petals unfurled. The neighbours kept it alive with tears and stardust. It’s a sightseeing spot now. The flower. The note. “I’m sorry”.
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