Flower Messenger

Chapter 1

I started this story five years ago as a novice, so I apologize for the mistakes, and if I ever can and/or have time for I hope to finish it with support. I have a whole plot in my head and it's dreamlike but also very realistic and deeper meaning of being human and love.

Thanks for reading. xx

Chapter 1.

In my pastime, I enjoy exploring. I just take my bike and ride until I find something, anything. 

Today is one of those days but I have a surprisingly have a goal this time : a trip to the market to buy flowers to decorate my grandmother's grave at the nearby flower shop. It's a flower shop I've been to a couple of times over the years and besides selling flowers it also sells pots, cases, and other plants. A sort of greenery.

I look at my watch and see the clock strike eleven, it's time to go out. I start gathering my stuff, which include my water bottle, wallet, and journal, among other things and place them inside my backpack.

It's a bit scary sometimes going out in the world alone, exploring the unknown with no purpose but I try to ignore those thoughts because worrying will get me nowhere. This boundary-less exploration brings me peace and quiet and in a way self-love and acceptance, I never knew I could have. I've noticed I've become happier again after initiating these trips on my own. I stopped briefly after the funeral.

I just missed the feeling of riding my bike aimlessly, whilst a chilly wind dances around drifting all my worries away and the rare, lonely ray of sunshine allowing me to enjoy the beauty of the little things at that moment.

I grab my blue raincoat from the coat rack and fold it over my arm, not putting it on until I'm outside.

Life, in general, has always fascinated since I was a little girl. My grandmother and parents would always tell me stories about the different people they encountered, all with their respective lives and stories, and each new story I heard or saw made me want to experience something special too. But, at the same time, I knew that I couldn't just make my life turn into the fantasy I wanted it to be because life is a series of accidents and not this so-called fated.

I exit the front door and grab my bike that's leaning against the front brick wall of my house. I slowly lift my legs to put a foot on each pedal whilst slipping on my coat, one arm at the time. I start pedaling out the walkway onto the bike lanes in the streets.

The weight of my backpack affects my peddling for a second. I finally get my grip and ride onto the street to cross it into the St. Connell Street.

The wind breezes through my hair as I turn the corner. Today is the three year anniversary of my grandmother's death so I decided to buy a bigger bouquet of her favorite sunflowers to place on her dark marbled grave. Although she was not my real mother, she felt like it as she raised me in place for fifteen years when my parents worked in Germany on and off in my childhood.

I finally reach the antique flower shop that's located fifteen minutes from my house. I lock my bike to the bike rack beside the door and go inside.

"Good morning!" A voice at the counter greets me. The voice came from a delicately groomed white-haired man, around seventy, in gardening clothes.

"Oh, hello."

My first mission was to buy a vase for the flowers. I immediately head to the flower pots on my left. I delicately pick up one, then another, examining its bruises and perfections. I always preferred the ones with some kind of imperfection yet still natural over the unusual perfect ones but this time I choose a perfect one for my grandmother.

I choose a curvy glass flower holder and head onward to the flowers section that's in the deep corner of the left side of the shop. The rows of prepared flowers were arranged in tall closet levels. I look around a notice only one or two other customers in the store.

Usually, there are more people but this is a town and not a city. I come across sunflowers, my grandmother's favorite flowers. As I examine them, I reminiscence back to my childhood days of love and care. My grandmother was my main caretaker till unfortunately, she passed after an aneurysm on the train a few years back. The people who were on the train by her said she was peacefully at asleep when she passed. I'm happy she didn't suffer that much.

I touched the sunflowers delicately and further examined their condition. Only the best were needed for my grandmother. I was too busy concentrating when I turned the corner that suddenly my foot got caught on a nail of some sort protruding from the bottom shelf and I instantly felt a sharp pain radiating all throughout my lower left leg.

I stumbled forward until I felt two arms catch me.