Flower Box: Genre Undetermined
With exquisite care, she packed the box full of flowers. Lilacs and narcissus, daisies and dandelions. Anyone who opened it would be astonished by a wave of fragrance and color that would dazzle the senses, coming in such a strange way. The blossoms would be bruised by their trip, of course, but that would only add interesting textures to their bruised petals and strengthen their scent. And if within the box was one flower that was not as commonplace as the rest, none but a very highly trained horticulturalist would be able to spot it. She smiled a little to herself. She'd always been quite fond of Poe, and it pleased her to be able to, as it were, take a page from his book. If she'd shipped a single flower, carefully wrapped and in a--
Inspiration: Packing the Inspiration Exchange box.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: This could go any number of ways and any number of genres. It's a flicker of a moment that neither promises nor needs anything more. Hmm. Actually, it could be a pretty good flash piece if worked up another couple of lines.
Inspiration: Packing the Inspiration Exchange box.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: This could go any number of ways and any number of genres. It's a flicker of a moment that neither promises nor needs anything more. Hmm. Actually, it could be a pretty good flash piece if worked up another couple of lines.