The Pony Girl

chapter 9

I moved the tulips and placed a bunch of daffodils for display. Unboxing the roses, I heard the telephone ring.

" Three box of rose from Irwin ? "

" Yeah. Got them. "

" Five sacks from Holland? "

" Yes."

" Good. Unpack them and start sewing bouquets."

" I am about to.."

" Okay. Keep the flowers fresh, use the sprayer "

" Miss Olivia Anderson, you must know that I was a science major in my school"

She laughed. " Forget it. Just first day shitty advice. By the way you have got to obey your boss." She spoke in an audacious tone.

" Yes madam."

" Yeah " she put off the phone.

Dealing with flowers seemed to be quite a new job but I felt their freshness stalk me.

Later in the afternoon, Mr. Anderson smiled from his table. Martha winked at me sitting next to him.

" What on earth is happening? " I clenched my teeth.

" He is here from morning, messed up with Martha on her dish, they fought, she shouted, he threatened, they mumbled, negotiated, smiled and now sharing a table. " Darwin sputtered cleaning the flour on his cake desk.

" Oh man, he seems creepy and excellent at it"

" Yeah, he made it look so easy" he dwindled his eyes.

" God, it's Martha, look at her, she looks happy and it's ludicrous, I can't believe my eyes,She dint even feed me today" I jittered.

" Well, thanks for reminding" Darwin pushed me to muffins.

I grimaced.

While I was back at the counter he walked to me with the cash.

I stared at him while my hands counted the notes.

Do you know something? He furrowed.

I stayed still.

Olivia's birthday is due next month, with the fall of the last autumn leaf.

" I never asked you, was that something in return for Martha? "

" No, not at all " he flinched.

I gave up my stare and smiled sheepishly.

He shrugged and walked out still eyeing Martha on her errand.

The night croaked of Lily's adoption, I spent hours figuring out my stature and the thoughts of Lily with us for the rest of life twinkled flakes.

The last days of autumn kept them spinning similar to the wind churning the fallen leaves.
Music of their life caught all the notes perfectly with the drowning days. Every afternoon their eyes would meet and pause for gud noon just as the sun rays that stay stuck to glass lighting the flowers inside.

Clouds moved to a new home far away from the sun. The trees in the backyard held their breath as it was time to sink in cold blanket for the rest of the season.

The knock on her window startled her. She closed the safe and threw the key in the closet.

She waved the torch opening the window.

The light dangled squinting my eyes. "Happy birthday " I hissed clinging to the eaves of her window.

She stepped back in shock "Damn you Drake."