Chris (growing fruit)
Orange Flowers
I met my love in the supermarket aisle, and I knew right away she was the one. It was the way the sunlight caught her hair, the way her eyes sparkled as our trolleys collided between supermarket aisle 13 (canned meat and fish, pasta and biscuits) and aisle 14 (frozen prepared food, speciality goods, soft drinks and pickles). You may not believe in love at first sight but I knew in my heart that she was the one. You might look at her just the once and look away, but not me. That one chance collision changed my life completely.
I gave chase, grabbing at last remaining bouquet of flowers in the store – they were orange and blowzy, not red and rosy, but they were my chance to change the future. I took my chances at the end of aisle 15, throwing a fist full of coins at the girl at the checkout and running as fast as I could.
Months later, she told me how she’d put those flowers into a vase and sat on the kitchen floor in the warm afternoon sunshine and wept with the emotion of it all. Plucking at petals of the orange daisies but leaving the least three blooms untouched. “If he loves me not, I’d rather not know.”
So she swept up the petals, unpacked the shopping bags and left them folded on the floor with the flowers, until she knew for sure.
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