eleventh of july ; rose

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i decided today was the day.

i wait outside, watering the garden, until the flower boy comes past.

as soon as i see him come around the corner towards my house, i turn off the hose and walk up to him.

"you pick my flowers every saturday, whoever you're picking them for must be pretty special"

he looks startled, before turning and starting to walk quickly away. i grab his shoulder before he can get too far away, and hand him a flower. a rose.

"it's ok", i say assuredly, "can i come with you?"

"why?" he says, tentatively taking the flower from me.

"i want to make sure she's pretty enough to pick my flowers for".

"ok"

"i'm phil" , i say holding out my hand for him to shake, which he does.

"dan"

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