Was looking at some flowers from a not-so-close-friend's site. Her very sweet bf gave her purple roses. Ok. There's nothing wrong with roses, maybe just that roses are getting cliché? Done with the explanation. Down to the short story on flowers.
"Hey, I realised I have never received any flowers before" a certain Fern told her beau.
That beau of hers didn't really respond or ignore the random comment. Well, Alan just semi-acknowledged her; in a way Fern could not be angry or happy about.
Seemed Alan knew how to work his way around Fern.
Thursday came. Usually Fern would have to wait for Alan at the train station near her workplace. Strangely, this time, he, was early.
He remembered her words.
He held a sunflower stalk loosely, pretending to be rather nonchalant about the flower.
Fern smiled. Flowers were flooding the office. Colleagues were getting flowers delivered. Well, she had him and the flower "sent" to her.
"Only one stalk?"
"You're not a cliché-ish girl that needs bouquets of overly-commercialised roses to be happy, am I right?"
She smiled again.
THE END.
Short story mah. Done. :)
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