Ding dong.
My father peels himself away from the couch to get the door. The bell interrupted our Sunday morning shows.
"Girls?" He calls for us.
The two of us share a confused glance before wandering to the front door. On our porch stands a delivery driver with a bouquet of roses in his arm.
"Which one of you is Miss Bloom?"
"Both of us." Casey laughs at his question.
"Right, okay." He looks down at his notes. "These are for a Miss C. Bloom?"
The two of us smirk. Casey grabs the card in the flowers and reads it. "No way is this for me."
She hands the card to me. I open the fold and read the note.
I roll my eyes at the simple numbers written on the paper as if that would be enough.
1,825
"Thank you. I can take those from you." I take the flowers, realizing they are most likely for me. Maybe Darren is finally trying to make it up to me. Roses on Valentine's Day are a great way to start.
"Okay great. Where do you want the rest?" He asks.
"The rest?"
He points to his truck in the driveway. The back door is open, revealing the van is filled with roses.
"Are- those are all for me?" I ask, shocked as I walk over to get a closer look.
He nods. "I had to go to three different flower shops to get the whole order. Your dude must have really messed up if he is sending you this many flowers." He laughs.
I stare at the mountains of flowers.
"There has to be over a thousand flowers in there." I am truly shocked at the sight.
"I bet there is 1,825 to be exact." Casey reads the card again. "What the hell is 1,825?"
I look over at the driver. "Can you just- I don't know. Can you donate them to a retirement home or something? I don't want all of these."
"I am required to give them all you you. But I can't stop you once they are in your possession," he gently suggests.
I sigh. What the hell am I going to do with almost two thousand flowers? "Thank you. You can- you can just put them right on the ground here. I will figure out what to do with them later." I smile and return to the porch. I take the card from Casey.
"Darren doesn't talk to me for almost 3 months and then sends me two thousand roses?" I ask rhetorically.
Authors note: do you know what 1,825 represents? Who are the flowers from?
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Shattered
RomanceThey let her fall to the ground and shatter like a vase full of flowers. She was left alone to pick up the pieces. Now they are back and she's afraid of being broken again.
