Many times, since the first day he had met her, he had seen her with carnations.
She was absolutely entranced by their soft incense, slightly ruffled edges, and the gentle dip of their leaves. He had never figured out precisely why she loved those flowers so much, why they had meant so much to her.
He had first seen her with carnations on the first day of third grade, when she had come bouncing into school with a bright yellow carnation stuck in her ink black hair. Her name tag that stuck on her shirt has the name 'anaya' scribbled out in somewhat messy handwriting. He had a name tag, too, though his name tag had his own name, Damon, written on it.
Apparently Anaya had moved from Missouri, all the way to California. She talked about Missouri often, it was her first home, and she missed it a lot.
She had vowed to make California her new home, and become good friends with everyone there. That included Damon.
They soon became fast friends.
And she still loved her carnations.
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carnations
Short StoryMany times, since the first day that he had met her, he had seen her with carnations.
