Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. Read here for the first one and explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Minuscule for others in the series.
I have two stories for Valentine’s Day. Different aspects of the same day.
Noon on Valentine’s Day and Mimi watched from the window as a tired-looking floral delivery man skidded his way up her icy sidewalk, shaking off the sleet collecting on the plastic wrap protecting pale pink blooms. She didn’t answer the door when he knocked, not the first time nor the second; after a moment he gently set the flowers, so carefully arranged in their glass vase, on the concrete step and walked away, the bright green stems magnified in water that would soon be frozen, the pink petals lifted up to the gray sky, exuberant and hopeful, unaware of how short a time they would remain so.
Some things can’t be fixed
Destroyed means gone forever
Please don’t break my heart
The decorated shoeboxes sat on the desks as the second graders moved around the room delivering Valentine cards, dropping the envelopes through slots in the lids; new to the school, Jane had made cards for everyone, in great hopes of making friends, but did anyone remember her, the new girl, the quiet one, all right at kickball, better at reading?
Returning to her desk, she waited with the others for the teacher’s permission to open her box, looking at the pink and red hearts she’d scattered over its surface and avoiding any glimpse of its dark interior, determined not to show disappointment, so much so that when the signal was given and she lifted the top away, she could not at first take in the sight: the box was full.
Pink and red
Valentines and affection.
Love by the handful.