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slayers_desire) wrote2010-10-01 07:25 pm
slayers_desire) wrote2010-10-01 07:25 pm
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pricking a finger on the roses thorn
Coming home with an armful of books that she wanted to read over the weekend, April paused when she noted another white rose waiting for her on the doorstep. Carefully balancing the books, she bent and picked up the rose and then entered her apartment.
She set down the books on a nearby coffee table, then went to the kitchen to save this rose, just like how she had saved the first. Still under the assumption that it had been Clark who had send the flower, April had a small smile on her face.
After cutting the bottom of the rose's stem, April placed the rose in the vase. She had been about to remove the first rose, figuring it would have wilted by now, when she noticed that there were no signs of drooping or any other typical effects on the cut flower.
"Where did he find these?" April wondered, reaching out to touch the roses. They were so beautiful and she leaned in to smell them in appreciation. She had not watched where she had placed her fingers when she did this, and so scraped the edge of her thumb against one of the thorns.
"Oh darn it." Immediately the afflicted thumb went into her mouth. A slightly glazed look appeared momentarily in her eyes and for a mere second there had been no other movement from the young woman. Then just as fast, movement was restored, and April had adjusted the two flowers in their vase and returned to her normal routine of the evening.
She set down the books on a nearby coffee table, then went to the kitchen to save this rose, just like how she had saved the first. Still under the assumption that it had been Clark who had send the flower, April had a small smile on her face.
After cutting the bottom of the rose's stem, April placed the rose in the vase. She had been about to remove the first rose, figuring it would have wilted by now, when she noticed that there were no signs of drooping or any other typical effects on the cut flower.
"Where did he find these?" April wondered, reaching out to touch the roses. They were so beautiful and she leaned in to smell them in appreciation. She had not watched where she had placed her fingers when she did this, and so scraped the edge of her thumb against one of the thorns.
"Oh darn it." Immediately the afflicted thumb went into her mouth. A slightly glazed look appeared momentarily in her eyes and for a mere second there had been no other movement from the young woman. Then just as fast, movement was restored, and April had adjusted the two flowers in their vase and returned to her normal routine of the evening.