Flower Thief

Bouquet

Yet again, Oliver walks down the well-tended street and his emerald eyes check the house for any lights. When he spots none, signifying that no one is home, he crouches down out of view of anyone else who could be walking by, and grabs a couple of different flowers. He ends up with some peonies, crocus' and Ixora's which he then bundles together with a ribbon from his pocket. Just as he's about to walk away, he hears a door bang open. Oliver swivels around, his sunflower blonde hair getting in his eyes, and ends up facing the direction which the sound came from, just in time to see a woman stomping towards him. Her ruby hair and grey baggy sweatpants swaying with each step and her topaz blue eyes swarming with determination.

"That's it! I keep seeing you stealing my flowers, without permission, and just waltzing off! What are you doing with them?"

Oliver mouths soundlessly before finally snapping out of his shock and answers with "I'm taking them to... a girl."

She puts her hands on her hips, standing akimbo, and raises her eyebrows before she asks, "And you couldn't buy any because...?"

"Well not to sound like I'm trying to get myself off the hook here but your flowers are much better."

Her gaze softens but she still looks miffed. "Right, well, I demand to see this 'girl'."

"May I ask why?"

"To see if she is worthy enough to warrant flower theft, of course."

"If you must," and with that, he turns around and walks off.

After about 5 minutes of silence, the female suddenly asks, "What's her name?"

Oliver smiles sadly and responds with, "Ella."

"What'd you do?"

He stops in his tracks and faces her, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes darting from one of hers to the other. "Huh?"

"You keep getting her flowers. Plus, your smile wasn't happy. Did you cheat on her or something?"

"What?" He looks taken aback and a bit upset that she would think that, even though she's just a stranger that he's been stealing flowers from. "I would never cheat."

She shrugs her shoulders and continues walking.

I've got to try and figure out how to break it to her that we're on our way to... He trails off and inwardly sighs.

After a couple more minutes of contemplating how to tell her, she pipes up, all traces of annoyance in her voice is gone, now replaced with curiosity and a skip in her step.

"Where are we going?" She scans the area but all she can see are blue spruce trees, then it clicks, she remembers that there's one place that has these trees. "The only thing down here is a graveyard." She looks up at him as she's shorter, but he has a sorrowful look on his face. She squints in confusion, trying to figure it out. Eventually, she comes to two conclusions. Either someone in the girl's family has died or she is the dead one. Her protruding eyes widen when she searches the graveyard, and there's no one else there. 

~ Phoenix

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