Blast From The Past

The Flower Shop

The Beatles and I took a car to the center of Liverpool, where there was a farmers market of hundreds of cute, little shops surrounding us. I wanted to explore them all. We looked through many bizarre, fun stores. Honey shops, flask shops and bottled boat shops, just name a few. I was so excited to look at the stores. Markets like this don't happen where I'm from.

John, Ringo and George wanted to look at a Pirate shop or something like that, at the other end of the Market but Paul and I wanted to stay behind to look at other shops close by. It was nice and sunny out unlike yesterday's rainy weather.

"Oh Paul! Look at this cute flower shop! It's adorable!" I say pointing to a small, narrow shop with piles of exotic flowers surrounding it, grabbing my attention.

"Let's take a peek why don't we?" Paul said, taking my hand, pulling me behind him into the shop of flowers.

We entered the she shop and a bell on top of the door rang. The shop was filled with all of my favorite flowers. Daisies, Roses, chrysanthemums, orchids. They were all so elegant. Paul and I observed them and their beautiful scents. I find flowers relaxing and soothing.  As I was studying the different flowers Paul called me from behind. "Meg, look at these ones." He said, holding a group of beautiful yellow daffodils. "They're quite nice."

I took them from Paul and pet them, as if they were a dog. "They're so beautiful. They would look good on the coffee table in your flat."

"Yeah they'd look great."

"Excuse me?" I said to the young the cashier, behind the counter. "How much do these daffodils cost?"

"Two pounds." She responded.

"I'll take them. Do you take U.S. money?"

"I guess." She said stubbornly. I took out my money and tried to hand it to her but she ignored me and turned her focus towards Paul, standing next to me. "Hey you're Paul McCartney! You play with The Beatles!"

"Yep. I do." Paul laughed politely.

"My best friend Val and I just go mad over you. We see you guys perform almost every day!"

"Do you?" He half-smiled.

"Can I have your autograph?" She said jumping.

"Sure, what's your name?"

"Chris." Chris was very beautiful although, she was also very annoying. She had freckles below her blue eyes, pale skin, a cute button nose I'd always dreamed of having and short blonde hair.

"Here you go Chris." Paul said handing her back a notepad.

"Oh my God! When you and John sing Searchin' me heart just melts! Say, can I have your telephone number too? I'd love to call you and get together someti-." She said a little too excited. I was getting impatient waiting and getting tired of Chris trying to flirt with Paul.

"Excuse me." I said interrupting. "Can I please just buy this?"

"Alright fine, you don't have to be so impatient." She said snatching the money from my hand.

"Thank you." I took the bouquets of flowers and headed to the door. As I was opening the door, I turned around and Paul wasn't behind me. He was leaning on the counter, chatting with Chris.

"Are you coming Paul?" I said smiling.

"Just go without me, I need to talk to Chris about something." He said looking at her, almost as if he forgot I was there.