Small Delicate Poppy Tattoo Novels & Stories

Jumping up from the bed, I happily trotted over to the square window with its creamy-white sill and slid the shutters open. There wasn't a trace of a cloud in the sky. There was only the thinnest sliver of a new moon and a crowd of stars glittering against the night, and from Samar's balcony, under the warmth of the teetering sodium light on the ceiling, the biggest cluster of poppy flowers I'd ever seen stared back at me - there must've been a few hundred. Their crimson, azure and vermilion petals reflected the sodium light and spread a honey glow all over the balcony. The bouquet moved to the side, making a head pop up.