Jackson Park Cherry Blossoms Reviews Novels & Stories

Running was my time to unplug from the world and clear my head. I crossed the park and leaned on a bench to stretch my legs, noticing two policemen standing near a man setting up his food cart for the day. We New Yorkers were ready for spring after an ungodly cold winter with more snow than we’d had in decades. We relished even the hint of sunshine. A light breeze carried the floral scent of the cherry blossom trees that varied from pearly white to pale pink and deep magenta. With the harsh winter looming behind us, the blooming promised a bright, hopeful future.

[Sera] Spring arrived in Seattle the way it always does. Reluctantly, and then all at once. Three months after the hospital. The cherry blossoms on our block opened on a Tuesday, and by Wednesday the sidewalk between Vance's and Voss & Grain was carpeted in pink petals that stuck to everyone's shoes. Lulu collected them in fistfuls and deposited them in Killian's shop, which he pretended to mind and didn't.