Marigold's Garden

Daffodil

    
The Meaning Of Narcissus

    •rebirth•

You ever question your morals, wonder if you'd been docked a few points on your Heaven Entry Passport.

5 points were deducted for every " Bless You" unspoken after someone sneezed.

10 points for avoiding the gaze of the homeless man who sells water at the red light.

I wonder how many points for Murder.

I was a good girl, literally and it wasn't hard. I hadn't gossiped, loved working at the food bank, helped old people cross the street, and genuinely didn't mind helping others. I was raised that way, Dad ran into fires for a living and Mom was an EMT, Mag's had her dreams of being a doctor and I... well I babysat our neighbors on the weekends.

My moral compass was good, peer pressure didn't pressure, I said no to drugs, and at party's, I was the sober one to drive us all home, didn't mean I was having less fun than everybody else, just meant it didn't take that much for me to have fun.

I was a good girl.

A Saint even.

Until one night on the edge, lead me over a bridge.

" I'm sure your feet are huge, just by how tall you are."

Snapping out of my train of thought my eyes refocused on the GoodWill worker in front of me, her lips were smeared with a pink gloss that she coated after spotting us walk through the door, her makeup blush was no longer needed as her face heated up and her brown hair was in a low sloppy bun. She was about twenty-four,  yet from her makeup attempts, I could tell she valued her teenage years, hoping to mimic the latest makeup trends of high schoolers. Her name scribbled on her bag " Mindy."

   " I wouldn't say huge, but it is pretty hard finding-" My words fall flat as I realize her gaze fell on 6'8 Royce her mascara eyelashes bat aggressively as she twirled her hair.  Egging it on Royce flashed her his charming smile engaging in her antics obvious of her infatuation.

    " You know what they say about big feet." He shrugs casually. I could practically see the drool dripping from her mouth. " What?" Royce leaned in closer inches away from her ear. Her body tensed at his presence.

    " They cost you a ton." He replied, before grabbing a pair of socks that hung just behind the lady.  " How much for the socks?"

        I covered my mouth trying to hide my laughter, for the first time she noticed my presence shooting daggers my way. A flirtatious attitude shifted back to a disinterested cashier as she went back to going through the clothes in the bag, a yellow sundress soon appearing in her hands ready to get moved to the donation box.

      " Not that," I interjected, causing her to pause in motion.

Maybe I would have had more courage burning it, it would be no take back, no chance to second guess, but I couldn't imagine strolling down and seeing someone else it. It was Marigold, and before that, it was Moms.

" You sure? It doesn't seem your style." She said, her eyes looking over my outfit.

I didn't reply, didn't feel like I owed her a response. Instead, I grabbed the dress, and stuffed it in my bag, leaving Royce to converse with the girl as I headed to the clothing aisle. He wasn't there for long, I could hear the rattle of an old basket pushing against the tile floor following after me, a few seconds after, and without having to turn around I just knew it was Royce.