Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2013 19:46:48 GMT -8
It was one of those mornings when he didn’t have to go to work. One of those mornings when he could do whatever he wanted, or he could walk around the neighborhood and fix things for people. Elliot felt happy.
This morning was extra cold, he carefully cleaned himself up, searched his apartment for his wallet, he would forget where he placed things sometimes, he had yet to remember where he left his favorite scarf. He gently pulled back the curtain a little, just to look out the window. The sky threatened to rain. The wind blew dry leaves against the window plane, then roughly caused the naked branches of the trees to shake, making them hit the glass of the window to make a light knocking sound. It was one of those rainy days too.
He pulled on his velvety red coat, it was one of his favorites because it was always warm. He decided not to wear a hat, sense it was not too cold. On opening the door a gentle breeze blew, moving his almost white cowlicks back and forth, reaching for his toolbox he stopped himself. Maybe it would be better to fix things later sense it could rain, besides he wasn’t too sure he wanted to fix things yet. He stepped out into the crisp chill the breeze caressed the sides of his face with its cold fingers, and played with the hems of his coat, as if urging him to walk forward. It was almost like any other day.
Elliot looked around himself casually, everything seemed grey. Movement caught his eye. It was a small flower pot, its lovely blue orchid being blown by the wind, two hands reached out from the window, took the flower pot then closed the window shut.
Orchid’s were always stunningly beautiful. He remembered his grandma loved orchids and managed to have a few flower pots around the house, blue, violet, almost purple, and pink, and even white ones. There was that one time when he couldn’t sleep and he sat on the couch in the dark, and saw the shadow of the orchid slowly bloom before him. His grandmas face whenever she touched those flowers. Her smile… she loved them. Nostalgia entered his heart.
He wanted an orchid.
He had to have an orchid. This strong feeling overcame him, rapidly. He didn’t know what to think of it, but decided he was going to fulfill this whim of his heart, instead of letting it go unnoticed. Who knew maybe an orchid would make him even more happy. He needed the orchid.
He looked around himself hoping to find a flower shop. All he wanted was to buy an orchid. Any color would do, it could be white, or pink, or violet, although he preferred blue but the color didn’t matter. All it need was for it to still be a bulb. That way he could stay up at night to watch it bloom.
There was no guarantee that it would bloom that same night but that didn’t matter as soon as it was close to blooming he would wait for it. His eyes caught the showcase of flowers at a window. Perfect. Elliot entered the shop.
The door bell jingled as he stepped inside, walking over to the counter, to see a small girl with long braids. “Hi! Do you have any orchids?” He gave a toothy grin.
This morning was extra cold, he carefully cleaned himself up, searched his apartment for his wallet, he would forget where he placed things sometimes, he had yet to remember where he left his favorite scarf. He gently pulled back the curtain a little, just to look out the window. The sky threatened to rain. The wind blew dry leaves against the window plane, then roughly caused the naked branches of the trees to shake, making them hit the glass of the window to make a light knocking sound. It was one of those rainy days too.
He pulled on his velvety red coat, it was one of his favorites because it was always warm. He decided not to wear a hat, sense it was not too cold. On opening the door a gentle breeze blew, moving his almost white cowlicks back and forth, reaching for his toolbox he stopped himself. Maybe it would be better to fix things later sense it could rain, besides he wasn’t too sure he wanted to fix things yet. He stepped out into the crisp chill the breeze caressed the sides of his face with its cold fingers, and played with the hems of his coat, as if urging him to walk forward. It was almost like any other day.
Elliot looked around himself casually, everything seemed grey. Movement caught his eye. It was a small flower pot, its lovely blue orchid being blown by the wind, two hands reached out from the window, took the flower pot then closed the window shut.
Orchid’s were always stunningly beautiful. He remembered his grandma loved orchids and managed to have a few flower pots around the house, blue, violet, almost purple, and pink, and even white ones. There was that one time when he couldn’t sleep and he sat on the couch in the dark, and saw the shadow of the orchid slowly bloom before him. His grandmas face whenever she touched those flowers. Her smile… she loved them. Nostalgia entered his heart.
He wanted an orchid.
He had to have an orchid. This strong feeling overcame him, rapidly. He didn’t know what to think of it, but decided he was going to fulfill this whim of his heart, instead of letting it go unnoticed. Who knew maybe an orchid would make him even more happy. He needed the orchid.
He looked around himself hoping to find a flower shop. All he wanted was to buy an orchid. Any color would do, it could be white, or pink, or violet, although he preferred blue but the color didn’t matter. All it need was for it to still be a bulb. That way he could stay up at night to watch it bloom.
There was no guarantee that it would bloom that same night but that didn’t matter as soon as it was close to blooming he would wait for it. His eyes caught the showcase of flowers at a window. Perfect. Elliot entered the shop.
The door bell jingled as he stepped inside, walking over to the counter, to see a small girl with long braids. “Hi! Do you have any orchids?” He gave a toothy grin.
