Life of a Flower
The air is crisp and cool as the fluorescent lights come on and the shop owner unlocks the door and opens for the day. A small breeze flows through the room behind her and rustles my leaves. The sunflowers beside me droop more as the weather cools. The once bright yellows browning and falling to the floor. Barely minutes after the shop sign is turned, the bells on the knob klang against each other. I straighten up and hope my scent follows the air to the guest. "Yes, I'm looking for something simple and unique." A man's voice. "Hmm, I have this rose bouquet?" The man shakes his head. "We could do a combination arrangement. Some blue forget-me-nots, eucalyptus maybe? With white Anemone and..." the owner looks around. Her gaze lands on me and I hope for a moment that this is it. The dance, the day of all days, the day I get chosen. "The purple hyacinth?" The man thinks for a minute then looks at her an nods. I feel glee swell through m...