Her Little Flowers Novels & Stories

The short pink wavy hair bounce up and down as the little girl ran toward, another child that was watering the flowers on the garden. " Lily! Look what I got!" The child grumble once again as she was being ignored. Her fist clench the unknown things in her fat hands that was hidden behind her little old pink gown. Little Lily stared at her friend curiosity and stop watering her small flowering gardens behind the lake. Her blond hair was decorated with flowering bands and her favorite yellow flowering dress. She indeed looked like a flower girl. Lily couldn't help but raised an eyebrow, her huge cute grey eyes suspiciously stared at Veronica who was grinning from ear to ear.

I crouched down to her level. "You're very welcome. I didn't know what flower you liked, so I guessed," I said. "I love daisies! They're my favorites!" she exclaimed. It seemed like everything she said was an exclamation. Her vibrant energy reminded me of Deira. She buried her nose in the daisies to smell them. Then she looked up. "I also like roses and tiger lilies and chrysanthemums." Her lisp came out again on chrysanthemums.

Only joy. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a little girl walking toward me. She was small, maybe six or seven years old, with light blonde curls bouncing as she moved. She wore a light pink dress with little glittery shoes, and her hands were cupped around something. When she stopped in front of me, she looked up with big round eyes and said shyly, “These are for you, Luna.” She held out a small bunch of white flowers. They weren’t fancy, just simple wildflowers, but the gesture made my chest feel warm. I smiled and knelt slightly, taking the flowers gently from her hands.

She drew her hands out from behind her and revealed small red flowers. "They're look like your hair... They're for you." The girl commented as she offered the flowers to me. Confusion clouded my entire mind but it didn't stop me from slowly lowering myself to a crouching position so I'd be able to see the girl on her height level. "Those are for me?" I asked in a soft voice, not believing that she had thought of me when she picked the ted flowers. Little Mina nodded her head with excitement. "They are. Look, the colors are so similar to your hair..." she replied as she stepped closer and held the flowers up to my hair to show the similarities of the two colors.

Was it because she was just a girl without powerful connection? “Wanna buy a flower, Miss?” Offered a little innocent voice. After wiping the tears in her face and blinking few times to clear her vision, once Lila fixed her glasses on, she saw a little boy holding some wild flowers while piggybacked a younger little girl. The brilliant smile on his little face beat their shabby appearance. “Yes, please.” Lila smiled back. “How much all of them?” “You want all?” His little eyes lit, making Lila’s smile turned wider.

"Hel..." "I want you in my room now!" The boss ordered. How much she hated his commanding attitude. "Haaahhh! I will kill you." She screamed and stormed out of the room, stamping her feet very hard on the ground. Xander chuckled when he saw her reaction after the phone call. 'She is such a wild flower' There was a loud bang on the door. He knew that it was only Ariande that would do that. "Don't pull down my door as you did my car." He shouted to her hearing. She opened the door and barged in.

I place my hand on the door and gently push it open, staying in the frame as the scene washes over me. The petals lead up onto the bed, sprinkled about on my mattress. They surround my little girl, who's leaning up against the backboard. She's wearing a light blue set of panties and bra that snugly hug her tiny frame. They have little bows attached to their centers, like a finely wrapped gift waiting for me. Even in the low light, her body looks amazing, her skin reflecting softly. On each side of the bed is a bouquet of pink tulips. I'm pretty sure they're the collective flowers I've been leaving her every morning

I wiped my tears away and he nodded, slowly disappearing out of sight. As I stood there, the colors of the flowers made a pretty picture. Each flower added something special to the scene. The lake, surrounded by these flowers, felt calm and relaxing. It was a quiet place where time seemed to slow down. The flowers, like lilies, lotuses, forget-me-nots, daisies, and buttercups, made the lake a peaceful and beautiful spot. "Imelda!" I heard the girl yell as they stepped into the garden but I ignored them not answering.

This time, I didn't chase him, didn't clutch at his sleeve, didn't sob and beg him to stay. I just stood there, staring after him, until his footsteps grew fainter. The sting in my nose began to spread, sharp, hot, and unrelenting. The photos had only just been developed, and already they lay in shreds. But the face on them was already carved into my memory. So this was Winnie Leigh. She was beautiful. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from breaking into sobs, but the tears spilled anyway, rolling down my hand like beads from a broken necklace.