tulip

The doorbell sounds and I get up from my bed and shuffle down the steps to the front of my house.

I sigh, "Leah, you have keys! You can open the door yourself, you lazy hoe!"

I laugh, expecting my blonde haired friend to be standing in the doorway with a glare on her face.

Instead, I hear nothing in reply and I peek through the peephole to see nothing there.

Suddenly curious, I open the door and look around, gazing up and down the street as well as around my porch.

There, on the worn-out welcome mat my mom insists on putting out, was a single white tulip.

I smile, picking it up.

They're one of my favorite flowers, it must've been a close friend.
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