Flowers - Romantik/Intimität - Päckchen 8

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Title: Flowers
Author: Leviathans_moon
Team: Metaphermorphose
Tabelle: Romantik/Intimität
Challenge: Schreibaufgabe ohne Dialog
Päckchen: 8


He shook the flowers out over the balcony. He thought he could see the little buggers flying off them, but perhaps he was just imagining it. He was thinking that he should wash them, but he was afraid that that would make them wilt before she even got home.
They weren’t much, just a bunch of wildflowers he picked from a meadow on his way home from school. He wished he could buy her the super pretty ones from Waitrose, but he’d have to save up his pocket money for months to be able to do that and then she wouldn’t be getting a Christmas present. So he had spent an hour trying to find the prettiest flowers he could find, except they were covered in ants and spiders and other things, and he knew that no matter how pretty the flowers were, if he brought ants into the flat she would not be happy. And making her happy was what he wanted to achieve.
He didn’t want to see the sad smile on her face anymore, the one that meant that she was holding back things, or that she wasn’t eating just so he could, or that someone he had somehow disappointed her that day. He had been bringing home bad comments from school lately, he knew that. It was difficult to listen to the teachers, it was difficult to ignore the other kids. He tried, and he failed, more often than he succeeded, though he so much wanted to succeed for her.
Some of the flowers lost petals, making him curse. He pulled them back over the railing again for inspection. He concluded that either the ants were hiding really well, or there were none left and they were less than happily sailing down to earth. He wondered for a moment whether ants could survive a fall from the 12th floor.
They only had one vase, an old thing that had seen too many days and not always been cleaned properly, but it was tall and wide enough. He filled it halfway and placed the flowers in. It looked decent, indeed pretty and he felt giddy again, placing them on the coffee table. She slept on the couch so there was no way she would not see them, even in her delirious tiredness after her long shift at the pub. He would not see her happy smile when she spotted them, should not – it would make her angry to know that he had stayed up that late. But perhaps, tomorrow morning when they had breakfast together, he might see it in her eyes.