Buried in His Own Flowerbed
Description
Junhong, a young florist, provides flowers to everyone with a bright smile on his face. The woman with her cousin, for her dying father. The teen boys, for their dates to a school dance. The boys and girls who will confess their love with excited faces, single roses for them. And then there is the man who comes in every friday evening with a very young child, perhaps his son. To Junhong, they are the most interesting. For their expressions are always different every day. He likes that about them.
Foreword
"A dozen short stem lavender roses, here you are sir." Junhong wrapped up the bottom in simple brown paper with string, the customer's request. The man took the bundle and bowed his head in thanks before smiling widely. They were more familiar with each other, now that Junhong had seen him every friday evening for 3 weeks straight.
"Thank you." The man laid the flowers on the counter to reach into his wallet for the money while Junhong kindly waved to the young kid who was with him. The boy stared up at the young florist with wide eyes.
"Lavender flowers?" Junhong asked and the man glanced up at him inquisitively with money in his hands. "If I remember correctly...love at first site?" The florist smiled at the bewildered expression on the man's face. "Whoever it is must be very lucky." Junhong teased and leaned against the counter while the man handed the money over, he smiled and nodded a little at his thoughts.
"Not her, but I." He spoke while Junhong put the money in the register, the florist smiled and looked up. The attractive customer bowed his head again, he picked up the flowers, took the child's hand in his and left.
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