Stories

I have a pretty good imagination. And, for the most part, I like to think I have a pretty good read on human kind. Not infallible, but often pretty close to being right.

Anyway, as I was leaving work last night, I saw in a municipal trash can a bouquet of fresh flowers. They were still wrapped in the store celo-wrap and weren't wilted at all. There were roses and daisies, etc. And, they were just dumped.

Clearly, there was a story behind the flowers. A bad boyfriend who had been told to stay away who thought flowers would buy a second chance? A proffering of a token of affection in hopes of it being returned? Someone who got caught sleeping with her sister and some cheap grocery store flowers weren't going to come close to being an apology? Flowers nicked for the thrill of it and then a too late realization that walking around with flowers kinda looked stupid?

This morning, they were still in the trash. Later in the morning, I saw them across the plaza, near the street. At least next to the street, they might have made people in cars think it was a sort of memorial and take a moment to slow down.