Musings – Fallen

by nulliparaora on January 26, 2013

Flowers often inspire many forms of creative expression.  What story will this flower tell?

Have you ever taken the time to look at the veins of a flower? At its petals, the way they connect to the stem? Flowers are such simple things, and yet, so intricate.

A splash of color here, a bit of iridescence there, add a dash of pollen, a bit of fragrance, and voila! You’ve got a winner. But when is a flower just a flower? They’re given as endearments, at celebrations, in times of sadness, to wish good health, or support. They’re planted with purpose to adorn buildings from everyday homes to corporate offices.

But its just a plant. A living thing that’s evolved to reproduce like anything else. Isn’t it funny how something without the capacity for speech can speak volumes? How something so beautiful can be nourished by things as unappealing as manure and compost?

I never took the time to appreciate flowers before today, when I found myself lying here, looking up at one, my vision growing dim. How many flowers have I seen in my life? I watch the blossom sway in a breeze, a smile on my lips.

It’s odd how you find yourself appreciating the mundane. How many times have I passed by these plants without seeing them? I mean really seeing them? Hundreds? Thousands? Right now it’s the only thing I can see, the last thing I’ll ever see.

I won’t close my eyes to the image. The world seems still and quiet. My breaths are louder than I’ve ever heard them, even though they’re weak.

Here I lay in the shadow of my silent, colorful witness. Will its life be cut short like mine was? I feel blood pooling beneath me. My time is almost up. I inhale one more time, taking in the faint, sweet aroma.

Maybe my body will sustain this little life a while longer. Maybe my death will bring something beautiful.

I don’t feel anything anymore. There’s only silence and the lingering image of a life in bloom.

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Kate January 27, 2013 at 12:30 am

She was so nervous. 5 years is a long time. She was such an idiot to leave in the first place. She had been young and naive and so hurt emotionally that all she could do was pack all that was dear to her and run as fast and as far as she could.

She understood his reasons now. He had been wise and she should have listened. But no, she had taken off, acting like the teenager she was. She could still remember his words.

“Hayleigh, I care about you more than you could ever guess. But, you are too young now. You are only 17 and I am 25. You need to go to college as you always planned. We can see each other during your breaks. If our love is true, being apart for short periods will not be a problem. But if you stay here in this small town, you will eventually grow to hate me. You will blame me for never seeing the world as you always dreamed of.”

I had replied, “I don’t need to see the world, I just need to see you, every day for the next 50 years or so. Why do you think I am some immature baby just because I am 17. I was not immature enough for you to date me the last 6 months. I will be 18 in two weeks.”

“Hayleigh, you are the most mature 17 almost 18 year old I have ever met. I would not have kept dating you after I found out your true age if you were not. I just do not want you to give up your dreams for me. We can work through this.”

“No, we can not Pete. If we say goodbye now, it is forever. If you can not trust in my love, then forget it.”

I had walked away and never looked back. I was the know it all teenager who no one could tell what to do. I had graduated the night before our blow up and the next day, I called the college and got in the summer semester and left 2 days later. I worked hard at my job and studied all the time and finished my degree in 2 and 1/2 years by taking summer classes.

I had worked 2 years for a big corporate company, making good money. But I was never happy. I rarely dated – no one measured up to Pete. I had kept in touch with a few friends and knew Pete had never married. Hell, he was like me and rarely dated. He just worked that farm he bought and went to all the local functions, the same as every one else in our small hometown.

I finally had gotten the courage to come home and try to take back what was mine. I had not been back since I had left 5 years ago, not even to see my family. They came to visit me.

Would he still want me? Could he still love me? Would we have a chance?

I knew the minute I pulled into his driveway that I had a half of a chance. There were tulips as far as the eye could see, in all colors of the rainbow. There had not been one tulip on his property when I left. Tulips were my favorite flower and I had told him dozens of times that when we married, I would plant them all over the farm to the point that he would be sick of seeing them.

I beeped my horn repeatedly and Pete came out onto the porch. I jumped out of the car and yelled, “Honey, I am home”

“It’s about damn time,” he replied, before running off the porch to give me a huge kiss and a bear hug.


Kate January 27, 2013 at 12:31 am

darn. I just realized that I wrote part of that third person and then changed to first person – sorry all


Misty January 27, 2013 at 9:00 am

This is a nice story no matter what point of view it was written in. I like how in the end love won out. I’m such a romantic. It also encouraging because you and I aren’t authors and if you can tell a good story maybe mine won’t be so bad. Thanks for sharing.


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 10:00 am

I really like this, Kate. I have to say, you’re ability to draw us in from the start is spot on. Thank you! *hugs*


Don Livingston January 27, 2013 at 10:18 am

I agree Kate. You had me captured from the first paragraph. I read it so fast, I had to go through it again. Is there anything in this world that can over come true love? As you have proven, no.
Great Job!!!


Elaine/Mazuri January 28, 2013 at 12:22 pm

Lovely tale. Regardless of PoV, it was engaging and sweet. A definite case of true love waiting for that right moment.


La Chica G February 1, 2013 at 11:23 pm

I’m the last person you’re ever going to see criticizing proper grammar. I just know what I like and I really liked your story. :-)


Tanja/Mokkelke January 27, 2013 at 7:11 am

Part 3:

Thomas wasn’t sure what to do now. He felt better and knew he should be leaving now. He certainly didn’t want to overstay his welcome and endanger the first few steps they’ve made towards a less hateful standing.
“I think it’s time I head home. If I can ever repay what you did for me, well, just let me know and i’ll take care of it.”
Getting up he gave the room one last look, wondering if he ever would set foot in here again. Slowly he released his breath as he turned towards Jenifer.
“It’s the middle of the night, you might as well spend the rest of it on the couch. I can see the insulin did its work so I’ll get to my bed and get a bit of proper sleep. I’ll wake you in the morning.
He looked down at his watch to find it was indeed way past midnight. His house wasn’t that far from here but if she invited him to stay who was he to decline that offer.
“I’ll take you up on it. I don’t have these weak moments often, I miscalculated the time to my next shot. It’s just that I hate dragging around all that stuff.”
“I’ll show you something in the morning that should help you. They never told you about the small insulin injectors? They’re like a thick marker, could compare them to the adrenaline shots some people carry with them should they have an allergic fit. For a diabetic like you they’re lifesavers. One end measures your glucose level and in the other end you have a few doses of insulin. You can change the dose according to your current glucose level and take the shot anywhere you want. But more about it in the morning. I need more sleep before I bore you to sleep with all this technical mumbo jumbo.”
Thomas smiled, he could see the sparks in her eyes when she started talking about stuff she knew. It was a peek into her mind and how she went about things. He liked it, a lot! It only made him more determent to clear up their past.
“You didn’t bore me at all. I probably should have looked into this myself but I guess I was just set in my ways and never thought more of it. Like you said, we’ll talk about it in the morning. Thanks for letting me crash here, seems I’m more tired than I thought I was.”
“It’s ok. The bathroom is just around the corner, on your left should you need it. Good night, Thomas.”
This time Jenifer didn’t waste much time as she got up and left the room, leaving him standing there.
Still awake enough to sate his curiosity, he walked over to the love-seat she occupied seconds before and picked up the carelessly tossed aside blanket. Holding it to his nose the smell on incense invaded his senses. Below that was another fragrance but he couldn’t really tell what it was. He folded the blanket and put it on one side of the love-seat before turning back to the bigger couch. Stretching out his tall frame it didn’t take long for him to succumb to sleep, how rare it was he forgot his shot, it always drained him of a lot of energy and he was happy she actually prevented him from going home. He felt better but he was far from his old self. Some more sleep would take care of that.
* * * *
He walked through a field of tulips. They appeared in colors he never saw before. What was odd was the fact he didn’t smell anything. Normally flowers gave of a nice smell. Wanting to test things out, he knelt and bent down. Inhaling hard it was difficult to tell if he smelled anything at all. Getting up he moved further into the field and repeated the same smelling test a few times, each time with the same result : no smell detected.
As he wandered around he noticed a patch of tulips, all bright red with a hint of yellow on the sides. Drawn to the spot he knelt and buried his nose between the petals. He almost yelled out his surprise. This kind had a nice fragrance. He even believed he smelled it before but not sure where.
Looking around he tried to look for anything else but as far as his eyes could see all he saw were tulips. Turning around he was greeted with the same multi colored view. Well maybe he wasn’t alone as he saw a black silhouette at the horizon. It was a woman, that he could tell. One who had nice long hair, nice hips and curves. He’d dare state she looked like his dream woman. Determined to find out who she was he started walking towards the woman. He only didn’t realize she never seemed to get closer.

(this is it for part 3, the end seems odd but i hope nulli provides another awesome pic and this will all make more sense ;-) parts of this story have formed in my mind but they’re subject to change according the pictures provided.)


Misty January 27, 2013 at 9:09 am

Now I’m more curious as to what’s going on because unlike your series stories this one is hard to figure out were your going w/it for sure. I do have a few ideas but knowing that a simple picture could change everything is driving this reader crazy. Can’t wait for more.


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 9:57 am

I like it! I wonder how he’s going to behave in the morning. We shall see :)


Don Livingston January 27, 2013 at 10:22 am

I understand what Tanja is talking about. I have an idea on what I want to happen, but alas, I’m at the mercy of the picture. I’d have to say to carry on a series with different pictures is challenging. It’s also a very good exercise in developing ones writing skills. You’re so smart Nulli.


Kate January 27, 2013 at 4:44 pm

I am loving how you manage to keep the same story with all the photos. it shows how very talented you are.

I am eager to see where this goes. You know that I love anything that you write.


Elaine/Mazuri January 28, 2013 at 12:26 pm

Oooh, you big tease! lol Hopefully the next picture will be a light bulb so I have some clue where you’re going with this. :D Great job.


La Chica G February 1, 2013 at 11:30 pm

I love your lit stories so I am totally loving these little treats from you Mo. Keep’em coming! :-)



Misty January 27, 2013 at 8:54 am

How you see a beautiful flower and end up taking your last breath is amazing. I don’t think my brain works that way yet. I’m used to making up children’s stories so maybe that’s the difference. I just hope that someday I can see a beautiful flower and have it lead me to death.

I just reread the above and realized how silly is sounds, but it is true. Thanks to you I’m learning a few basics about writing. And thanks to you and everyone for not destroying my first ever public piece. I’m going to think on this picture and see if I might be able to tie it into my first story.


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 9:56 am

I’m glad you’re encouraged, Misty. I think we’re all having fun with these, and I’m happy to see you gaining confidence. *hugs*


Don Livingston January 27, 2013 at 10:13 am

Damn it Nulli! You made me cry, as I pictured dying. Don’t do that damn it!


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 10:25 am

*big hug*


Amber Livingston January 27, 2013 at 10:45 am

Isis and Osiris layed down in the grassy area of the park. Nobody walking by noticed the disturbingly unnatural beauty of their lean, tan bodies laying out in the sun. As she gazed around lazily, Isis saw a lone tulip swaying gently in the light midday breeze. Osiris caught the same sight as his wife, and stoped to listen to her speak:
“You know Osiris, humans are like this flower,” she said. “Every one of them sways with the slightest breeze of uncertaincy. They all are diffrent, in their own way, but in most, are the same. But all humans, under whatever cirumstances,” as her slender, perfect fingers grasped the stem, “will snap.”
The flower fell to the ground, and Osiris understood what she was saying. The rule of humans was over, and it was time for the return of Egypt.


Don Livingston January 27, 2013 at 10:55 am

Nice Amber. Hated that she snapped the flower, but it flowed really good. I think Nulli has her thoughts coming to reality with nurturing fledgling authors. Hey I know, she gets published and I can stop working for a living. he he.


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 12:18 pm

Interesting imagery. Looks like there’s going to be an uprising. Nice job, Amber!


Misty January 27, 2013 at 2:49 pm

Amber I have to ask how old you are? Ok fair is fair, I’ll be fifty in a few years. I ask because you write so well. Not very many young girls that I know would kill the tulip. I kinda like that you did. It was so unexpected and all stories should contain something unexpected. I say job well done and I can’t wait to read what you write next.


Don Livingston January 27, 2013 at 4:42 pm

Hi Misty. Amber is 15 and in 9th grade. She does have a talent, and as Nulli put it, raw. With help from all of you talented authors, I’m sure she can be the next author that we crave to read. By the way, the only reason I told her about this was to encourage her to write more.


La Chica G February 1, 2013 at 11:50 pm

Wow 15!?!? She’s doing beautifully Don i feel very intimidated :-/ please pass that along :-D

Kate January 27, 2013 at 4:47 pm

Wow, I can see that one little scene turning into a long story that I would love to read. I want to know more. What race are they, where do they come from. And what is meant by the return of Egypt, – the country or is it a person named Egypt? You fully captured my interest in those few sentences.


Amber Livingston January 27, 2013 at 10:15 pm

Hello Ms.Kate! Isis and Osiris are two Egyptian gods, they are brother and sister, and they are also married! After I wrote these two paragraphs I thought that I could use them as an introduction. When I said ‘the return of Egypt’ I had meant the return of the Egyptian customs, along with their gods and goddesses. Im glad I caught all of your intrests!


Iread/Flora January 27, 2013 at 10:36 pm

Amber this is really good. Like everyone has said, you are really talented.


Tonya January 28, 2013 at 9:03 am

I agree with Don about the snapping of the flower but it was a necessary evil to prove a point :)


Elaine/Mazuri January 28, 2013 at 12:29 pm

Lovely short and interesting imagery. When you consider Osiris is the god of the afterlife, it gives a whole different meaning to the death of the flower in relation to the humans.

So… where’s the rest? :D


Misty January 27, 2013 at 3:51 pm

This time I want some honest feedback whether it be good or bad, just be nice about how you give it. Thank you. Any by the way, writing for adults is much more complex than writing moral children’s stories. Here goes…..

Part 2

Before Sean could say a word Dave walked up and tipped me from my chair saying he had the next game with the winner. Sean loudly cleared his throat and as he pushed back his chair and got up, he told Dave that he had lost.

As the challenger Dave had to set up the chess board. While he was doing that I tried to find Sean in the room. I finally spotted him sitting in the corner and he was staring at me. For the first time in years I couldn’t read his face. What was he thinking? Had he changed his mind? And what was I to think?

Dave had finished setting up the board and was tapping the edge of the table to get my attention. I made the first move and then looked back over at Sean. He was still staring at me and I felt myself tremble. Dave and I continued to play the game with me trying to steal glances at Sean. He was still just staring at me, his expression unchanged. I felt myself getting more and more nervous with each passing moment. I started to think back to last night.

I had taken Friday off from work because I didn’t want to start the weekend off feeling rushed. I arrived at Cassie’s around 1 p.m. and we had a light lunch and then started getting everything ready for dinner that could be made ahead of time. Everyone started to arrive one by one. We gathered in the large kitchen. Greetings and hug were shared between everyone, well everyone except Sean and I.

Since we girls where making dinner the guys set the table and got all of the games and entertainment set up for later that evening. Dinner was the usual laugh fest with everyone talking over everyone else. We all told silly stories of what we had been up to in the last month since our last get together. During one of our laughing fits a bottle of wine got knocked over and spilled all over me. I needed to clean myself up.

I rushed to gather up some clean clothes and headed for the master bathroom. I took what I think was the fast shower of my life. I had just finished pulling up my thong when the door started to open. I grabbed the closest thing to me to cover my chest. When the door was completely open there stood Sean. He told me how sorry he was, he thought I was in the main bathroom and then he told me how much he liked my tulips and he blushed as he closed the door.

I’m truly perplexed as to whether to stop here or not. I have another 2 small paragraphs but part of me says this is where to stop. I don’t want to over write or give more than is needed. Unless everyone or the majority think this sounds unfinished I’m going to stop here and save the other as my starting point for the next Musing.

Thank you for reading and please honestly let me know what you think. I can’t improve as a writer if I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Oh and I already know my punctuation sucks. Long story I’ll have to share sometime. Thanks again for reading….


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 4:19 pm

Looking good. I’d suggest trying to firm up the two scenes. The events occurring the night before are a flashback, but they read in fist person as if they’re happening right now.

I’d also suggest finishing the flashback scene so we’re brought back to the present with the chess match. It will give more continuity for the two scenes and allow you a bit more freedom with the next picture. These are just my observations. :)

Thanks for sharing!


Kate January 27, 2013 at 4:52 pm

I would suggest what Nulli said. Finish the flashback scene. It would put the reader at a better spot. To pick it back up in the middle of a falshback – well the reader may have forgotten exactly what happened in the last chapter or a new reader may not get that it was a flashback.

I do love your imagination and I want to know much more about these 2 people. I am very intrigued.

And I would not worry so much about punctuation or grammar on this forum. I for one do not care (and being an editor, I notice much more than an average reader or writer might) – I am just here to read some good short writings and to share what i come up with.


Iread/Flora January 27, 2013 at 6:42 pm

Great read. I’m going to start doing as my handle suggest start reading to relax. This ws awesomw Misty.


Tanja/Mokkelke January 27, 2013 at 4:26 pm

i’m agreeing with nulli. also adding some more emotion between them, or more background. are they all couples, singles and/or a mix of both. don’t have to say in which category they are, that can make it more of a rush for the reader to keep on reading just because they want to know.
did they have something before? or are both with another partner? are just two that pop into my mind why i really would want to read more, so keep this up and we’ll see where nulli tells us both where to take our stories with the next picture =)


Tanja/Mokkelke January 27, 2013 at 4:44 pm

15, does that mean in future pieces that get a bit too steamy we put a warning so you lock her away? ;-) (i kinda told myself IF the time is there i wouldn’t hold back on anything, not sure where that will get these two but steaming hot and bothered will be it! ;-) )


Iread/Flora January 27, 2013 at 6:08 pm

OK, Nulli, this is awesome and I am stumped. I must let this picture stew in the crock pot of my brain and see what comes out. Everyone ‘s stories are amazing. I cannot fail at this.


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 6:11 pm

Why thank you, ma’am. Don’t force it though. If your muse doesn’t like this one, it’s all good. I’m glad you stopped by! :)


Iread/Flora January 27, 2013 at 6:28 pm

Blushing tulips were the last thing she saw as she gazed unseeingly at the bouquet beside her bed. She knew her time had come, that her maker was calling her home. For seventy-eight years, she’d walked this earth and had been blessed in each and every one of them.

She wasn’t sad, quite the opposite. She’d led a full life. She’d been blessed to share sixty years of her life with her soul mate. No man was as wonderful as he was. He took care of her throughout all of the trials and tribulations they had to face. Even in the face of the sheer adversity if his own people, he did not cower, but stood strong. He promised a young wide eyed girl his heart and he never broke that vow. They’d been blessed with seventeen beautiful sons and daughters. Ten of them were their natural children and seven were adopted.

She’d seen the world change in so many ways from the harshness of Jim Crow laws and the civil rights movement through today when gays were finally free in some places to express their love. And as each year passed, he gave her a bouquet of tulips.

Today was no different. He sat here holding her hand telling her of his love and devotion trying hard to hold in the tears shimmering in his eyes. He brought in the flowers freshly cut and placed them so she could see them clearly.

You see he knew that these flowers were her favorites and sixty years ago, he promised her fresh flowers every day for the rest of their lives. He kept that promise.

The doctor came in and told him it was time. Time to let go, and he could no longer hold his tears. He cried as he kissed the love of his life good bye for the last time. He promised her he’d be strong and he’d never let her go. She knew this was hard, but really it was her time. She glanced at the flowers once more and even though he could not hear, she whispered “Goodbye, my Love.” in her heart. The machines weredisconnected and she soon drifted into a deep sleep, her eyes never leaving the flowers beside her bed. Her heart filled with love for the man who was her everything.


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 6:32 pm

Wow… I’m not gonna cry, I’m not gonna cry, I’m not gonna… Darn it, where’s the tissue?


Misty January 27, 2013 at 11:36 pm

What Null I said only I know where my tissues are. You really did blow me away w/this story. It is beautifully written. It’s romantic, encouraging, and finally damn it sad. You pack so much into so few words. An amazing short.


Tonya January 28, 2013 at 9:09 am

A full, rich life lived with an un-breakable love beautifully told :)


La Chica G February 2, 2013 at 1:45 am

That was beautiful ;…..(


La Chica G February 2, 2013 at 1:48 am

Holy waterworks batman!!!!! :”"(


Misty January 27, 2013 at 6:29 pm

Here’s Part 2 of Part 2 hehe-he

My tulips what was he talking about? Had I really grabbed a vase of tulips of cover myself? I looked into the steam covered mirror and could barely see myself but what I did see was that the tulips barely covered me. I didn’t think I had ever been more embarrassed in my whole life. I felt so stupid until I realized that Sean not only liked my tulips but he had blushed.

Dave beat me at the chess game probably because I wasn’t paying much attention to the game to begin with. I looked back over to the corner to see if Sean was still staring at me and he wasn’t there. He was walking towards me. Did he want to play the winner of the chess match or was he walking over to talk to me?

I know I need to work on the whole present vs flashback thing. I don’t even have a written draft of the story i hope to write. It’s all in my head where it rolls around gathering stuff. I appreciate the feed back and hopefully by the next Muse I will have a better handle on the writing stuff. I want to thank everyone for their support and encouragement. I couldn’t and wouldn’t have done this w/o you.


Nulli Para Ora January 27, 2013 at 6:35 pm

Ah, see, this makes more sense now. I had no idea why he said nice tulips before.

Interesting. The ball’s in your court now, Sean!


Tonya January 28, 2013 at 8:51 am

This is great Misty :)


Tanja/Mokkelke January 27, 2013 at 6:42 pm

with this part added that backfalsh and tulip remark does indeed make more sense. curious what he’s gonna do now. break of the game, make her loose or simply drag her away…. the options and the agony of waiting.

nulli next picture? how much is the bribe? (yes i’m eager also for my own one hahaha)


Tonya January 27, 2013 at 11:38 pm

Everyone is so good that I am not at sure that I am qualified to post here but I will and please be honest If its crap please says so ;) This is what came to mind when I saw the pic… (needs more detail I am sure)

It was October 1, 2011 our second anniversary and I was certain that my husband Jake had lost his mind he had surprised me with a romantic dinner, dancing and a scavenger hunt that ended in the bedroom but now he was standing over me shouting about getting my lazy ass up, dressing warmly in old clothes and I was to be on the front lawn in what wait did he yell…2100 hours… on the dot… yep that man has lost his mind. I dragged my sorry butt out of bed into a pair of long underwear and then deposited my tired sore body into a pair of worn sweats I then made my way through the house in search of my shoes.

“Jane! Hurry please.”

I hurried out the front door to only be stunned by what awaited.

“Oh my Jake, sweetie, what are all these bulbs?”

There he stood all six feet of him grinning so proud of himself surrounded by an endless sea of flower bulbs.

“Tulips Jane and we need to plant them.”

“Jake, how many tulips are there?”

“300 Jane so we better get started.”

And that is why at midnight I found myself on my knees digging holes while my husband followed dropping bulbs in place saying, “Yellow for happiness and red for love,’ and after every fourth one I would find myself flat on my back being kissed.

That was five months ago and four months since Jake was deployed oversees and every day he asks about our tulips and every day I give him an update. Today I get to report to my crazy lover that the tulips are up and the buds are showing their color and how our yard is a sea of red and yellow all accept for one lone tulip. I asked him what he thought the loner tulip meant with its yellow top bleeding down in to red he laughed and reassured me that the tulip means that we are happily in love.

I hadn’t heard from Jake since that day but that wasn’t uncommon what with the patrolling that his company was doing so I started spending more time in the gardens and that is where I was when I heard and then saw the black sedan creep slowly in my direction and I knew. My knees gave out and I landed on my side tears streaming down my face I lay there watching our happily in love tulip as it gently swayed in the breeze as if waving…


Don Livingston January 28, 2013 at 5:52 am

I’ll try to put it simple. Stunning!


Tonya January 28, 2013 at 7:42 am

Thank you Don :)


Nulli Para Ora January 28, 2013 at 8:33 am

Good imagery there, T. I especially liked the last bit about the flower waving. :)


Tonya January 28, 2013 at 8:46 am

Thank you Nulli… Your piece about dying and sustaining the life of the flower was wonderful :)


Tanja/Mokkelke January 28, 2013 at 9:09 am

this is a touching piece, well done tonya!!


Tonya January 28, 2013 at 9:20 am

Thanks T :) I was reading yours and wondering where the other parts are… I would like to read them all


Misty January 29, 2013 at 5:00 am

Welcome and thanks for joining in. It’s great to know I’m not the only newbie here. Know that you are amount friends and that the advice they give is the best. Me I’m just a pro reader among pro writers. But as a pro reader let me say that I enjoyed the piece you wrote. It left me wanting to know more. And that could only mean you did a great job. I really hope you continue to participate in the next musing whether you continue this story or write a different one. From one brave new writer to another let’s show these pros we aren’t afraid to try…….hehe-he


Tonya January 30, 2013 at 10:53 pm

Misty you have quite a way with words :)
Thank you!

La Chica G February 2, 2013 at 3:16 am

That was amazing Tonya! Well done


Tonya February 2, 2013 at 4:54 am

Thank you :)


Tanja/Mokkelke January 28, 2013 at 9:22 am

first part is with picture one, part two with picture two and so on. just check the other musing posts, they’re here on the right for short links to them.


Tonya January 28, 2013 at 9:25 am

Thanks T going to go look them up


Mazuri January 28, 2013 at 12:14 pm

I’ll read and comment on everyone’s in a bit now that I’ve finally got this down. I’d say “enjoy” but… it’s not a happy tale.


Elizabeth slipped from the bed with the barest brush of her lips across her lover’s cheek. Their night had been long and satisfying and she didn’t wish to awaken her sleeping mate with her sunrise errand. Easing from the room, the petite vampire padded quietly towards the guest room down the hall. There, she took a long shower, shaving and grooming her lithe body to glistening, smooth perfection. Afterwards, her hair was dried, brushed until it shone, and styled in the manner of her youth – pinned to show off her elegant neck but with ringlets framing her lovely face. A light dusting of powder across her cheeks to highlight her flawless skin, a bit of mascara, and a crimson gloss over her lips completed her sparse makeup.

She dressed in her finest silk underwear, chocolate brown to match his eyes, and silky thigh high stockings. The corset was a challenge, but she’d planned this morning for days, and it took very little maneuvering to get the smooth satin garment cinched into place. The brushed silk dress slithered over her body like a lover; waves of midnight black draping against her curves and clinging to her hips and breasts. The vampire carried the patent black stilettos in her hand, careful of waking her sleeping mate, and stole down the stairs. She slipped them on once she’d closed the patio door behind her.

Upon a small table by the door, a single crystal vase held the elegant stem of a blood-red tulip. “As the redness of this flower,” Elizabeth whispered as she reverently plucked the flower from the vase, “I am on fire with love for thee.” She brushed the satiny petals against her lips as she turned towards the garden. In the center, a magnificent fountain splashed and gurgled happily in the growing light.

Kneeling before a gleaming brass plaque set into the stone foundation, the vampire bowed her head over flower now clutched desperately to her breast. Her tears ran in crimson rivers down her cheeks to splash upon the damp stone and metal. As the sun’s rays lit up the sky in an explosion of magnificent color, warm arms wrapped around her from behind and held her as she wept. With shaking hands and a broken sob, Elizabeth placed the bruised flower in front of the plaque.

“My Francisco, forever and always, I shall be on fire with love for thee.”


Nulli Para Ora January 28, 2013 at 12:22 pm

Now I need to know more. Is her sleeping mate a vampire as well? What happened to Francisco? Is she dressing in black to remember his funeral? She seems unable to fully move on, making me wonder how long she and Francisco were together, if is Francisco is a sibling, a child, her father. Gah, I need answers!

Nicely done, good descriptions.


Elaine/Mazuri January 28, 2013 at 12:38 pm

This is a direct tie-in to There’s a Fine Line, which is almost completed on Lit. I suppose it would be a bit confusing to those who haven’t read the story. lol


Nulli Para Ora January 28, 2013 at 12:48 pm

My to be read pile is growing exponentially. I’m so behind, but I can’t stop writing. Gah!


La Chica G February 2, 2013 at 4:02 am

I agree with Nulli I have got to catch up on my reading list. I have you bookmarked Maz.

Tanja/Mokkelke January 28, 2013 at 12:41 pm

it’s a nice emotional piece, that is for sure.
reading a fine line (now up on lit is a huge help to know why she’s like this.
she had to let herself grief even for the strong woman she is!!


Misty January 29, 2013 at 5:17 am

What a nice addition to Fine Line. I have often wondered about the grieving process in the vamp world. They all seem to get angry and take revenge but to grieve isn’t really shown, well at least not grieving like Elizabeth is showing. In fact I didn’t associate this w/Fine Line until you put it in the comment section. I thought it was odd that you used Francisco’s name in this musing but that was because I didn’t realize who Elizabeth was. I never expect her to grief to affect her in this way. So thanks for opening my eyes. Can,t wait for next musing or your next chapter of Fine Line.


Misty January 29, 2013 at 5:19 am

Hey Null I I feel so much better knowing I’m not the only one behind on my Lit reading so thanks for sharing that about yourself.


Nulli Para Ora January 29, 2013 at 5:46 am
Don Livingston January 30, 2013 at 8:01 pm

Hello my friends. I wish I could tie this picture in with my other post but it isn’t that simple. Yes, I have been procrastinating, but it was for a very specific reason. Nulli, you started this so that we could just post and write whatever came to mind, and I must say, you all have done such a wonderful job (yes Misty and Kate, even you). When I first saw this pic and read, Nulli’s take on it, I cried. Actually, I was crying before I read it. If you have read my comments, you can see that this picture lays heavy on my heart.
I understand this is just a picture of a flower to most of you, but to me, it’s the end of love. A love that I swore would never end, never rest, never grows old and tiresome. A love that grew with ever handhold, every embrace, and yes, every argument. When two soul mates meet, it’s as if the world stands still for just a few brief moments to let them know it’s okay to love again, to feel the embrace with no conditions and no fear. Alas my very dear friends, this flower is the only thing I fear. Other than my best friend, Denise, you are the first I’ve told about my dreams. I love you all.

“Why are you crying Dee?”
“I don’t want you to go on deployment! Why can’t I have you to myself?”
“Oh sweetie, we’ve been through this a million times. You know that flying helicopters is what I do best and I’m only going to be gone for 6 months. I promise when I get back we’ll take a little trip just me and you to the forest. Rent us a nice little cabin and hold each other forever.”
“Do you promise to stay out of trouble and not take any dangerous missions?”
“You know I can’t make that promise. When it’s the worst, they want the best.”
“Well someone else can be the best on this cruise. I want my husband back damn it.”
Don turned and walked towards the front door. The cab was parked outside and the driver seemed impatient. He slung his sea back over his shoulder and looked back at his soul mate. “I’ll see you when I see you Bright Eyes. Do you remember our deal?”
Denise’s eyes filled with tears as she fought to control the dam that was trying to break free. “I remember my damn it, it’s the only thing I think about while you’re gone. I’ll see you when I see you.”
3 months later.
Don walked into the briefing room dressed in his usual attire, a green flight suit, and a cup of coffee. The pilot in command looked at the skinny blond Crew Chief who could have passed for Stan Laurel on any given day. He found it odd that someone so out of place with the normal image of an Aircrewman in the Navy could be that good at his job.
“Livingston, how much of that shit can you drink?”
“Sorry Boss, it’s how I stay in such good physical shape. You know what they say, caffeine makes the world go round.”
“The insides of your stomach must me hard as a rock, Bones.”
“Well L-tee something is as hard as a rock, but I don’t think it’s my stomach. My call sign isn’t bone because I’m skinny.”

“Whatever moron. Okay everyone this is a simple pick up and drop off from the carrier. We’re landing on the Carl Vincent to pick up a load of who knows what and dropping it off on the Guam. Make sure we do positive change of controls and ensure watertight integrity….”
The pilot conducting the brief just as he had a hundred times before. The rest of the crew sat mindlessly as he went on about procedures and details of the mundane flight. Don sat there and pretended to listen to the ramblings, but he’d heard the same lecture a million times before and knew every word by heart. The only think he was wondering was did he have to pick up food, mail, spare parts, or some Admiral’s couch.
Takeoff went like clockwork as the old Vietnam era helicopter started her lovely engines and came to life. To most flyers she was a dinosaur, but to Don, she was his secret love. Almost born to the day he was, she talked to him and let him know when she was ill, when she didn’t feel quite right. During deployment he couldn’t think about the love that was waiting at home, he had to make sure that he secret love would keep him safe. She needed to make sure the promise would never be fulfilled.
“Crew, we’re 30 miles out. You guys set back there for what you need?”
“Aye, aye Sir. I’m bored shitless and could use some excitement. This has to be the most unexciting flight I’ve had this week.”
Don stood up from the crew chief seat and unsnapped his gunner’s belt that he wore around his upper chest. His job was to ensure the safety of the H-46 by checking the aft end of the tandem rotor aircraft and those he came upon to call friends. As he approached the aft transmission, he heard a strange squealing noise surrounding him. Most junior Crewmembers wouldn’t give it a second thought, but to the trained ear of a Crew Chief, it was forbidding.
“Hey you two clowns up front should check your shit too. I can’t be the only one on this Detachment who pays attention,” Don said, even though he was trying to hide his concern.
Lieutenant Junior Grade Jason Scubi, knew that when a Crew Chief said to do something it was for a good reason. Not only did they help prepare younger pilots to one day be a Helicopter Aircraft Commander, but their wisdom taught them things most Officers only took as ramblings from enlisted personnel.
“Hmmmm. Seems the hydraulic pressure is fluctuating a bit. Not bad Boss, but maybe Bones can check it out once we’re on deck.”
“How much is a bit Scooby?”
“I can’t say for sure Boss, maybe 10 psi or so.”
“Bones what do say, we okay back there?”
“My baby wouldn’t let me down Sir. Let me check for secondary shit and I’ll get back with you. Not like I’m going anywhere at 3,000…”
“Jason, ride the controls for a minute. Feels a bit sluggish to me.”
“Maybe it’s just…”
“Shit! Bone hydraulic pressure just dropped to zero. Crew take your seat.” Don sprinted to the front where he could strap in as he listened to the conversation up front.
“Utility switch to isolate, we’re losing boost now.”
Don could hear the strained voice of the pilot. “May day, may day, may day…this is Bay Raider 54. Currently 28 miles out, bearing 290. We have a complete hydraulic failure and losing control. I repeat, 28 miles at 290 degrees.”
“Water tight integrity Sir.” Don’s voice was as cold as ice. The ability to stay calm under pressure was the one thing that set him apart from the others.
“Roger – that – Jason help – on the sticks.”
Don looked at the quickly approaching water of the Mediterranean Sea and knew the impact was going to be more than they could survive. Just moments before impacting the calm blue water, he looked up into the sky as a small tear formed in the corner of his eye.
“I love you Denise. Remember the promise.”
The family viewing was almost over. Those who were close to him remained around the now widowed wife of a sailor. She wore no makeup, even though she was dressed in that shimmering black dress he always loved. He looked so peaceful as he lay in the bright lights that draped his coffin. A small tear formed at the corner of her delicate hazel eyes. She knew all too well on what was required of her, but Denise didn’t know if she could follow it through.
“I have too. I promised him I would,” she mumbled as the small drop of moisture finally escaped from her eye.
“Mrs. Livingston, it’s time, we have to close the casket and head to the church.”
“Not yet, I have more duty to perform as a wife – a Navy Wife.”
“Yes Mrs. Livingston. Take all the time you need to say goodbye.”
Denise walked slowly toward the casket where her soul mate laid still, and resting. She ran her fingers through his soft blond hair and wished she could see his deep blue eyes just once more. She pulled the purse she carried from around her shoulder and slowly reached inside. The others in the room watched as she held her hand there, trembling.
“A promise is a promise my love. You know I don’t want to, but I guess I have to keep my word.”
Denise pulled her hand out and held a single small tulip with red bleeding edges. He made her promise that if he should die before her, she would lay a single tulip inside his casket to take with him. Don always told her that when she went to heaven, he would meet her with the same flower she gave him on his way out of the busy and crazy world.
As she placed the flower on his chest, the dam broke and the tears flowed down her face. “I’ll see you when I see you.”

I hope now that you can see why I stalled. I really didn’t want to post on this picture, but I guess if you can’t share with your friends how you feel, who can you share with. Nulli thank you for creating musings and lettings us write. I’ve always said you’re a really smart lady, I guess I just didn’t know how smart you really are. HUGS. Sorry for the grammar mistakes everyone.


Tanja/Mokkelke January 30, 2013 at 8:14 pm

don this was heartbreaking, i’m tearing up here (and most that know me also know me tearing up doesn’t come easy!)
dang *sniffs*
it doesn’t matter it doesn’t follow the other “main” story. write what the picture tells you to write.


Nulli Para Ora January 30, 2013 at 8:19 pm

Thank you for sharing this, Don. I’m glad you feel comfortable telling this emotional story, and I think it says a lot that you’ve allowed yourself to open up. *big hugs*


Don Livingston January 30, 2013 at 8:51 pm

Thank you Nulli, you hold a special place in my heart. I’m sorry for making you get the sniffles Tanja. I guess some times the heart just can’t keep things in. Maybe that’s why we cry, emotion always finds a way. Hugs.


kate January 30, 2013 at 9:13 pm

Don, You owe me a box of tissues. I am sitting here bawling like a baby. Thank you so much for sharing that with us. It was such a beautiful story, sad but also uplifting with the love that they shared and the promise that she kept. I rarely cry when I read stories but this one was just awesome. Again, I am glad that you are comfortable enough with all of us to share that deep emotion with us. It means a lot to me. great big hugs to you.


Tonya January 30, 2013 at 11:00 pm

A sad but wonderful story…Thank you for sharing Don


La Chica G February 2, 2013 at 4:47 am

Don, I read this an hour ago and I still have chills. You know this hits way too close to home for me. I fear this everyday.


Don Livingston February 2, 2013 at 8:38 am

I know La Chica, and since you’re a Navy wife, you also know why it was so hard to tell it. While I was in and flying, I never really feared death, only the loss of seeing her eyes just once more. My mother, a Navy wife, always said the hardest job in the military is that of a wife. They live with the fear everyday, yet always seem to find the courage to carry on with the day to day routine. Thank you for reading it and don’t worry, he’ll be just fine out there on that vast blue water some of us call home.


Don Livingston January 30, 2013 at 9:53 pm

Thank you Kate, I promise to reimburse you for the tissues. Denise saw the picture and she saw the look in my eyes. She gave me the go ahead to tell you all of the love we share with each other and the promise we have. I’m sorry for the lack of a second view but I can wrote and then sent. I’m sorry for making you all cry.


Nulli Para Ora January 30, 2013 at 10:44 pm

No apologies needed. It’s nice to see such strong emotions and know they come from a profound and real place.


Iread/Flora January 30, 2013 at 10:51 pm

Don, you made me cry. I’m sitting here bawling. I’m speechless. Great job. Wow!


Misty February 1, 2013 at 10:26 am

Don you are such a bully to make everyone cry. This is a very different story because it’s dealing w/parts of your real life. Yet I find shades of Kevin in it also so I have to wonder if you feel that you are part were in your real life? Really this is a very beautiful story that I thank you and Denise for sharing.


Don Livingston February 1, 2013 at 1:57 pm

My dearest Misty, how do you think I came up with Kevin in the first place. His pain is my pain, his love is my love. It’s very easy to write a character when you already know how he feels.


kate January 30, 2013 at 10:18 pm

Never be sorry for making a reader cry. That shows what a powerful writer you are!!! That is what I read for. I want to feel the emotions of the characters. I want to feel as if I am right there in the story with them. I want to cry with them, laugh with them, feel joy with them, feel love with them, etc. If I cannot feel the emotions of the characters then is a bladn story and not worth reading.


EvilSnoman January 31, 2013 at 1:09 am

Whats in a picture? Well for me 1,003 words to be exact.

A single monocot breaks free from the chilly soil, pushing through the bits of last fall’s spent leaves and stretching toward the warming vernal sun basking in its age-old glory. Weeks Pass, the leaves grow larger, broader and greener as the days grow longer and warmer. Reaching ever further toward the warmth giving light of the sun they have but one purpose, but not yet there’s much work to be done. Sure, there are some days chilly and gray, where the moisture collects in peculiar crystal shapes and the warmth-giving rays are replaced by a bitter chilling wind, but the view at nighttime can’t be beat.
Waiting behind the clearing clouds are billions of twinkling stars both on the ground and above as the cold colorless moon stares blankly on. But soon enough the sun rises in the eastern sky, setting it ablaze with a pallet of red’s and oranges as the curious white crystals vanish in the warm touch of its glow. Taller and taller they grow, gently swaying in warm spring breezes, fluttering in the fierce tempests that prowl the lands this time of year, but the mission must be completed, the cycle must not be broken. This year will be grand just wait and see!
Then the day comes, it’s here! The work is nearly complete but the time for joy is not quite near. There are still some things to sure up and some changes to be made, but the schedule is clear, there are only two more weeks left in this year. Oh but what a glorious year it will be, in seven days its bud will be like that of a tree. In three more days after the first seven, that bud will swell and swell and swell; behind its thin vale, the colors carefully wrapped and protected waiting to be seen. Oh but on that eleventh day, oh it will be grand. It will burst into color, the beauty, its will be but like nothing else around. Vibrant silky smooth petals will woo and draw ooh’s and aah’s. The enchanting scent will fill the winds and bring joy to a land waking up from a long winters slumber. Oh how they blue sky calls to it, filled with the songs of love and lust as the yearly cycle continues without even so much as a skip.
Admired it is, a symbol of something to cherish, something to care for and dote over. Exquisitely delicate, yet surprisingly robust the single blossom stands alone, flanked only by two broad green leaves. They hold it close, protecting it from the harshness of the outside world. But all good things must end, and by the thirteenth day, the color has faded, and the scent is gone. Soldiering on the blossom dutifully closes up and goes to sleep for the last night, sleeping peacefully as the evening sun sets. Amid the starry night the time has come, the last of the petals will fall to the ground, gently resting in a neat circle around the base of the stem. Next, the stamen, they too succumb to the night, gently resting on the soft bed the petals provide. All that is left is the pistol and the stalk, standing proud as the moon shines down blanking color from the land.
This story is not over you see, for that is the beauty of beauty, they cycle must continue. As the days grow longer and the temperature hotter the stem stands firm, the bulge at the top growing ever fatter. Until the day finally comes, the growing is done, but this one’s cycle has just begun. For inside that bulge atop the lofty stem is a seed teeming with life. When all else seemed hopeless and the days were numbered the flower never worried, for life is fleeting, not something to take for granted. In its jubilant show it was working, working to continue its line so that next year there can be two flowers instead of just one.
As the heat of day begins with a shimmer of heat from the ground, today, today is the day to lie down. It is tired; it has worked hard and accomplished much. The once flawless and vibrant green leaves are weathered and beaten and bugs have even chewed holes along the edges. The proud and mighty stalk has not escaped unscathed. Strong winds and driving rain from the summer storms has left it bent and crooked, kinked and damaged, but its precious cargo remains tucked away safely. Today is its day as well, wilting in the unforgiving heat. The once welcomed sun now turned enemy drawing away hard earned moisture and stealing it away with hot dry winds. It too surrenders to the endless march of time, choosing to be toppled by a breath of wind on a windless day.
No the story is not over yet.You see the seed is safe but needs to be free. As the hot dry summer progresses the prison that holds the seed safe cracks, and then fails. As the leaves begin to show color and the sun sets ever earlier a lone leaf tumbles down and lands upon the stem. Out tumbles a new life, its black hardened shell glistening briefly in the autumn before being covered up with the fall of more leaves yet. As the autumn rains come the ground softens up and the seed begins to sink, deeper and deeper, covered above by the dense blanket of leaves the tiny seed coms to rest.
As the winter winds chill, the ground and the cold dark days get darker and darker all hope seems lost. Then one day there is a tickle, the ground is getting warmer and soon the tiny seed springs to life. Roots grow and burrow deep into the earth drawing up nutrients and energy. It grows and grows and grows until one faithful day, the warmth of the sun shines upon its tiny green leaf, only this time it’s not alone.


Nulli Para Ora January 31, 2013 at 10:55 am

Very detailed and descriptive. Sounds like you spend a lot of time observing nature. :)


Tanja/Mokkelke February 1, 2013 at 11:03 am

a nice view on things, cycle of life.


Tonya February 2, 2013 at 5:00 am



La Chica G February 2, 2013 at 8:29 am

So much rich detail, simply lovely.


EvilSnoman January 31, 2013 at 6:26 pm

I had to have something uplifting. Very tempting to write somber words, but flowers are as much about life as they are death. ;)


Nulli Para Ora January 31, 2013 at 6:52 pm

Indeed. :)


Misty February 1, 2013 at 10:58 am

I think we all forget that flowers have a birth, a life, and a death. I see them break the soil but don’t really think of it as birth. And I do think of flowers as dieing but not in the same way a life ends. This was beautifully written and at least for the coming spring I will look at flowers differently. Thank you for reminding me of the true beauty in each and every flower.


La Chica G February 1, 2013 at 11:18 pm

Ok I know I’m running late with this but I’ve tweaked it so many times I don’t even know what I ended up with. So before I lose my nerve, here’s me belly flopping my way in. Hope you like it :-}

‘Stupid stupid stupid!’ was the only word she could think of to describe what she had done. She wanted to crawl under the biggest rock she could find. Preferably one with her birthdate, today’s date, and a six foot hole under it. For now her favorite secluded spot would have to do.
‘I mean really who gives a guy a flower?’ She thought as she brought her knees up and leaned back against the enormous base of the giant oak tree. Once again replaying that morning and everything that had led up to it.
He had addressed her maybe once or twice since the class started, and that was to fill in the occasional notes he missed. Dana couldn’t even remember answering him she was so tongue tied. She only hoped her brain was on auto pilot so she wasn’t a drooling mess as she became lost in those piercing green eyes.
He had been the final selling point during her tour of the campus last year. She had spotted him playing football with his friends. Realistically, she knew they might never cross paths among so many students. Even if they had he was probably just another jock that would never give her a second glance. Still, a girl could dream couldn’t she?
It never crossed her mind he would end up in the same class let alone choose the seat right in front of her. It had kept her from dropping the class though.
Dana had never been a morning person, now she was up before her alarm went off, making sure she was there before him. How many times had she imagined running her fingers through those shaggy chocolate locks and how silky they would feel against her skin.

Then, there it was. That clean airy scent letting her know Ethan was there, without having to take her deep blue eyes off her suddenly engrossing book. She had even bought a small bottle of the fragrance he wore to spritz on her pillow. Thank God her roommate had dropped out or she may have had Dana committed.
‘I am certifiably insane’ she thought feeling a blush creep up at that last memory. Looking up at the lowest hanging branch she was tempted to hide in her usual spot but couldn’t summon the energy to climb up. Instead, she buried her head as she hugged her knees. A slight breeze ruffled the fluttery sleeve of her left shoulder.
She had suggested ‘just because’ flower-grams for the spring fundraiser. Valentines Day, which she had never cared for, had been weeks ago and it would be nice to have something other than roses for a change. It had surprised the committee since she rarely spoke up, but when she did her ideas were wonderfully unconventional.

Always the worker bee, Dana kept herself behind the scenes and secretly placed her own order. She would be mortified if anyone found out since the majority of the committee knew Ethan. Being in charge of arranging the flowers with their respective messages was just the cover she needed. Just holding her precious tulip and knowing its destination, made her stomach flutter.

This wasn’t her first crush, this was just the first time she had planned to do something about it. Ethan would never know who it came from, but his reaction would be more than fulfilling to her. “Baby steps” she told herself.
This morning she had arrived at the lecture hall earlier than usual. Though she was always the first one there she wanted to make doubly sure she wasn’t seen. She was thankful only having to climb to the fourth row as she was already feeling lightheaded. She took a deep breath and brought the flower to her lips making her wish. Then set it on his seat with the carefully addressed note from a secret admirer. She dragged herself out of the room before she could change her mind.

She reentered the lecture hall a bit later than usual ensuring people had already come in and taken their seats. She was so nervous she hadn’t noticed Ethan had entered seconds after her. She took her seat and assumed her usual position face resting on her fist, lost in her book.

“Woah, what’s this all about?” A silky smooth voice asked sounding rather flattered, or so she hoped. She forced down a smile before looking up with a neutral expression.

“Do you know who left this?” She shook her head but the glint in his eye encouraged her to respond. She was cut off before she could open her mouth.

“Are you sure it’s for you. Maybe they thought a girl sat there.” Dana turned to see the beautiful blonde behind her as her heart sank.

‘Of course he was talking to her and not me, what’s new.’ She thought and turned back to disappear in her book.

“It’s addressed to me. Secret admirer, huh?” He said with a mischievous smile.

The snarky blonde giggled. “How lame is that? Who gives a guy a flower?”

Dana stiffened as she quickly blinked away the tears that attempted to blur the letters in front of her. For once she was thankful she was invisible, but still if she left it would be obvious.

“Good morning” the professor announced his arrival, halting Ethan’s retort.
How she managed to get through the rest of her morning she didn’t know. She was usually starving by this time but all she could think of was reaching her safe haven under her tree at the edge of campus. She felt lucky to find it at the beginning of the year. It was so far off the beaten path, that she rarely found anyone there. She was never more grateful for that than she was at that moment.
Replaying everything in her head one last time Dana hugged her knees a bit tighter. Silently, she allowed herself to part with the humiliating tears.
The insistent afternoon breeze tickled her left shoulder again interrupting her pity party. She blindly swatted at her wispy sleeve to adjust it and felt something tap against her fingertips. Looking to her left she found the culprit to be a very familiar looking tulip caressing her arm. Her breath hitched. Then very hesitantly followed the stem up and was rewarded with the most amazing green eyes and equally devastating smile. Ethan was laying on the wide branch she had been too weary to climb.
“No one’s ever given me a flower before. Thank you.”

“W-why do you think it’s from me?” She stuttered.

“I recognized your handwriting from the notes you lent me. I figured that was the only way I might get a chance to talk to you. Though you’ve never actually said anything, just handed me your notes.” He said in a puzzled tone.

‘Maybe because you render me speechless’ she wanted to say.
“Why would you want to talk to me?”

He gently stroked the smooth petals across her cheek.
“Because I think you’re beautiful”
No one had ever told her she was beautiful before.

“And because I could tell you were different from the first time I saw you taking over my spot on this branch.” He dropped down and sat as close to her as he could.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s ok I broke my leg last semester and stopped coming. You know, I wish I had known you were going to be on the committee. I had every intention of switching one of my afternoon classes to the morning so I could make the meetings. When I saw we had the same class together I decided not to drop it.”

Dana couldn’t help but giggle at that “I stayed because of you.” she admitted, as he brushed a wavy brown strand from her face and was immediately captured by her sparkling blue eyes.

“You left before I could give this to you.” Ethan had his own tulip to give her. She read the note and her face lit up. Dana looked up at him with the brightest smile that threatened to take his breath away. After that he simply couldn’t fight the urge to kiss her.

She had fantasized so many times about what it would be like. However the reality was beyond anything she could have conjured up in her head. As much as she hated to do so, she pried herself away long enough to ask what made her different in his eyes.

“Well, how many girls would take the time to come out here and climb a tree, just to read? You always look shielded from everything around you, that I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you here.”

He brought his forehead down to hers. “Besides, how many would think to give a guy a flower.”


Nulli Para Ora February 1, 2013 at 11:37 pm

Lots of good imagery, tension, and emotion here, Chica. Good job! :)


La Chica G February 2, 2013 at 8:39 am

Thank you Nulli


Misty February 2, 2013 at 3:21 am

Great story. It really was filled w/emotion. I wasn’t sure if the hot guy was going to respond or not. It really could have gone either way but I’m glad it went the way it did. Shy girl wins…….now you get to take on the next pic……hehe-he


La Chica G February 2, 2013 at 8:40 am

Thank you Misty here’s hoping I have enough in the old noodle for the next one :-D


Elaina/Mazuri February 2, 2013 at 8:47 am

Oh I found this to be delightful and heartwarming. Lovely story with plenty of descriptors without being overloaded with them. And, of course, the shy girl gets the class hunk – always a wonderful dream :)


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