Handkerchief Vase Novels & Stories

As Evangeline finished wiping her face with the handkerchief, she said, "Thanks for the handkerchief. You could've just used a tissue." Celina smiled warmly. "No worries. Consider it a token of appreciation for helping me clear my thoughts." A token of appreciation? A handkerchief? Back in her car, Evangeline found herself puzzled. Her mind kept replaying the strange look Celina had when she handed her the handkerchief. Could there be some secret hidden within it? Sitting in the car, she examined the handkerchief over and over. Other than a needle-like design embroidered in the center, it was just a fine-quality handkerchief, soft and smooth to the touch, but nothing special.

Her coldness made him feel more interested in her. His hand slid into his pocket, and he took out a white handkerchief. Violet's expression changed when her gaze drew to it. It was her handkerchief that she wrapped around his wound last night. She recalled taking it off before bandaging his wound. Then, when did he take it with him? It did not look bloody like last night with his blood. Instead, it looked clean as if someone had washed the piece of cloth. Her gaze lingered on the letter "V" on the handkerchief. It was right on the edge of the border.

scribbled on it. She sighed softly, fingers trailing over the crumpled petals with the kind of care that only came with years of learning how to handle delicate things. Graceful even in routine, she found a vase, filled it halfway with cool water, and began trimming the ruined stems with a small pair of kitchen scissors. When she lifted the basket to toss it out, something shifted underneath the shredded cellophane. Her brows pinched, hidden deep in the folds, tucked so carefully was a small, cream-colored envelope.

I closed my novel, looking up at him. He had a box in his hand and a letter on top. “This is for you, Ma'am.” “Thank you,” I said cheerfully and took the box. I placed the letter down. This time it was a bright pink with a love seal on it. Then I began to unwrap it and a small beautiful vase with a cover greeted my eyes. It was white decorated in gold and blue flower designs. My curiosity got hungrier and I opened it. A dark solid rested. I pushed my finger in, taking some out and it felt like ash.

He must have sent it by courier early this morning–which means he was with Mavis before dawn. Smirking, I set the box aside. I wasn’t even surprised anymore–Misha had a talent for blending apology with insult, flaunting his affair while also trying to come across as the better person. I’ll send it back to the jewelry store later. Maybe if Misha receives a refund check he’ll get the idea. My next surprise was in contrast far more thoughtful. In the center of my desk was a tall crystal vase. It was exquisite, clearly a collector’s piece, and likely a very old antique. From the ornate, delicate faceting to the gently applied gold plaiting in the form of climbing roses, it was simply breathtakin

Andrew takes over the zip bag from his assistant and shows it to us. I squint at the zip bag and see what lies inside, and I find it is a common pink handkerchief, yet it looks rather familiar to me.

Near the foot of the exit beyond the trick floor, Van finds a pink handkerchief decorated with blue birds. It gives off a strong scent of strawberry. Van readily recognizes it as Ana’s belongings. “Ana had a habit of flashing her handkerchief when reading, and yes I saw her holding this,” he explained as he shows the handkerchief to the others. Don cannot stop himself sniffing its sweet strawberry scent. “Just checking,” Don said reddening after receiving an elbow from Alice.

--- **Hyacinth** I sat cross-legged on the floor of the boutique, carefully inspecting the handkerchief I’d designed for Raven. The fabric was soft, the edges neatly stitched, and in the corner, I’d embroidered a delicate hyacinth flower alongside a raven in flight. It was perfect—a small token of my love for him. I wondered if he’d notice the details, if he’d understand how much thought I’d put into it. “I think that’s enough, Hyacinth,” Patricia said, glancing at her watch. “We’re running late for our next appointment.”

I scrunch my face with distaste. "No," Angie flounced over to the kitchen sink, leaned over, and retrieved the ugly-looking thing, cradling it as if it weighed a tonne. "It’s a vase. My mom made this in her pottery class a few months ago and now she's gifted it to us." "Uh-hu, so ... that still doesn't explain why we have to keep it," I asked, trying to be subtle. That was one fugly looking vase. I was glad in a way that one of the kids hadn't made it because then we'd be obliged to keep it.

"Sorry about that, I wanted my dad to come in and wish you a happy birthday but it seems he has somewhere to go." Eric apologized as he handed Phil his present. "Here's my present, I had it made just for you." Phil accepted Eric's present and was in awe as he stared at the high-class item. It was a golden yellow handkerchief with a silver snake holding a lantern as the main design. Phil liked it very much since it looked like a crest and was perfect for his collection. "Thank you very much, Eric, but it looks too expensive." Eric waved his hand. "Nah, it's not too expensive and besides I cannot take it back."