A quick five sentences on flowers for a busy Tuesday
Thanks to Lillie McFerrin for another reason to write tiny things!
In its squat vase, the dense purple-and-white bouquet sat on her desk like a smug, fat woman overflowing an outdated dress proclaiming in a mocking tone what the note said: "No hard feelings."
She had known all the flowers' names when she was a little girl--the ones in her mother's and grandmothers' gardens, and the ones from the seed catalogs and nurseries--but what the white filler was called eluded her.
She picked up the arrangement in one hand and her purse in the other and walked quickly down the hallway to his office.
He looked up from his monitor just in time to see water spill onto the floor as the vase flew toward his head.
"Hard feelings," she muttered, remembering suddenly the name of the white flower.