Saturday, April 15, 2006

imation in southeast asia


They were the first flowers he'd ever been given, he said. If I'd known, I would have picked up more than just a handful of garden daisies - but they looked so comely in the florist's window when I was driving by, all lipstick-red and strongly drawn against the field of nondescript roses. In his vaselessness, the daisies took up residence in a blender.

Later, on a lark, I looked up the meaning of the flowers I'd given him. And it gave me a chuckle, 'cause it was as true as it was chanced upon.

1 comment:

Gwen said...

who'd you buy the flowers for?