For two years every morning a flower was placed in front of her apartment door. For two years every morning she smiled. For two years she would place that flower in her pot and take out the oldest one. For two years she would drive to work with a giddy feeling. For two years she would run up to her flower man and kiss him. For two years she was happy. But two years was when it ended. Her flower man joined the army and left. Two years since her flowerpot was empty. Two years since her flower man was reported missing. For two years she felt alone. For two years she was alone. For two years she didn’t rush to work. For two years she didn’t kiss anyone. Two years was a long time to wait for a flower. Two years was all she had to wait.
Two years since she had gotten a flower. After two years, it was today. For two years she had no flowers; but today there were two. As she saw the two flowers she heart stopped. Two years since she saw her flower man. Two years stopped today.
“I know two flowers won’t make up for two years,” He spoke softly, the voice she hadn’t heard in two years. “But I’d like to try.”
Two tears slipped out of her eyes.
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The One Shot Collection
Teen FictionThis is just a collection of stories that will go now further than one chapter, or a page. Roam from mystery, to romance, to angst, to joyful. Enjoy!! WARNING: Some of these stories contain tragedy, or character death.
