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Flower Power --> An Odd Number of Stars
Grape 11. Rocket Science
Pocky Chain
Rainbow Sprinkles. Grace
Cherry. Present Tense
rating: G words: 1000 notes: I wasn't around in May, so consider this me making up for my absense. Also, for some reason Grace only works in present tense...
“Rose petals?” Jordana’s voice is laden with disbelief when she walks into the apartment. “Isn’t that a little cliché, even for you?” Grace snorts.; Grace's pocky chain, centered around flowers
May flowers for Amnesty week
She can’t make the daisies stay together. She glares at the flowers as they litter around her, refusing to meld into an easy chain. “Lotti!” Grace’s voice was demanding. Her twin looks up.
“Yes?” She asks.
“The daisy’ won’t make a necklace.” Grace holds up two separate daisies proves that, despite her efforts, the daisies still fall apart unless you hold them.
“You’re doing it wrong.” Lotti’s fifteen minutes older. She knows what she’s talking about. Grace holds out the daisies and Lotti shows her how its done with a smile. Their parents watch and exchange a smile of endearment.
* * *
“Grace, come down!” The command echoes up the stairwell and Grace runs down the stairs.
“Look what I drew for you, Mama!” She hands her a picture of a flower. Hannah Bourne smiles at her daughter.
“Well done darling. Now, I want to tell you and Lotti something.” Lotti’s behind Grace, smiling.
“What?!” Grace demands.
“I already know.” Lotti smiles and runs up the stairs. She’s fifteen minutes older, Grace reasons, she should know.
“I’m going to have a baby.” Hannah begins to well up as she tells her daughters. Lotti’s still smiling. Grace looks confused.
“How does that work?!”
* * *
“Rose petals?” Jordana’s voice is laden with disbelief when she walks into the apartment. “Isn’t that a little cliché, even for you?” Grace snorts.
“Nothing is too cliché for me.” She grinned. Jordana rolled her eyes, setting down her books on the table.
“So this is why it was urgent I come over after class?” Jordana asked as Grace took one of the roses in the vase and traced it over Jordana’s neck.
“It’s valentine’s day, Jordie. I am pretty sure you could have expected this.” Grace chuckled.
Jordana rolled her eyes but lent forward to kiss her girlfriend. “You’re right.”
* * *
“I hate biology!” Grace mumbles at the screen, scrolling through pages of syllabus predicting long lessons about blood vessels and hearts.
“Then why are you majoring in it?” Skype makes it easy to pull a face at your sister when she’s got a know-it-all attitude. Grace sighs.
“’Cause I loved last semester’s course on plants and shit.” She shrugs, despite that fact that Maddie can’t see her. “I found the etymology of some plant names, and its so cool. Take the tulip-”
“Boring.” Maddie interrupts Grace with a loud yawn. “I skype you because I want to hear about college parties!”
* * *
“So you don’t want to do anything in medicine or experimental or natural sciences?” The advisor clears up with a quizzical look. Grace nods. “May I ask why you majored in Biology then?” He asks, arrogantly. Grace sighs and shrugs, ignoring his conceit.
“It seemed like a good idea.” She says, braiding a flower into a small strand of hair that escaped her ponytail.
“I take it you won’t want to go to graduate school then?” The man clarifies, raising both eyebrows at Grace. She shrugs again. “I would advise against it.”
“Then I won’t.” She replies and as she leaves.
* * *
“Are you sure?” Grace bites her tongue so she isn’t mean to her mother. She twirls the daisy between her fingers and looks up at the sun.
“Yes, Mom.” She explained softly. “I’ll figure out what I want to do later. Felicity’s letting me keep my job at the restaurant, so I’ll do that for a while.” Mrs. Bourne clicks her tongue.
“That’s not a suitable job for a college graduate.” Her mother points out again. And Grace doesn’t want to hear it anymore.
“I know, but I don’t know what I want anymore. So I’m waiting.” Grace explains again.
* * *
Grace had just bought herself a Pruis and was working overtime at the shop when she meets her. “A coffee to go.” She is haughty and tall and holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Why the bouquet?” Grace asks with raised eyebrows as she punches the order into the computer. The girl gives Grace a quick once over.
“I’m going to see my sister-in-law. She just had a baby.” The rings on her finger glitter as she gives Grace a crisp $20 note.
“Congratulations.” The woman pulls a face.
“I lost a bet on it.” She sighs. She leaves her number.
* * *
Helena hates all the flower that “pollute” the house. She smiles and asks Grace to take them away. Instead, Grace gets plastic flower and perfumes. She gets so many small, delicate perfume bottles she can’t count anymore. They’re always expensive and delicate.
“You wear perfume?” Lotti scoffs.
“I’ve always worn perfume.” Grace knows it’s a lie but won’t admit it.
“No, you used to wear flowers.” Lotti corrects her. “She’s changed you Grace, and not for the better.” She’s just fifteen minutes older. She doesn’t know that much.
* * *
“You should leave the city.” Grace is lying in Lotti’s lap. She can’t walk around the corner without a memory of Helena anymore. Grace looks up at Lotti. She’s 15 minutes older; she would know.
“How did you survive?” Grace asks quietly. Lotti just smiles sadly. She’s so full of wisdom. Grace wishes she acted like she was only fifteen minutes older for once.
“It was different.” Lotti explains. “Phillip died. Helena just left.”
Grace closes her eyes. She can’t look at this house, smell this perfume, feel this couch without thinking about Helena. It was probably good Helena didn’t like flowers.
* * *
“Such a cliché idea” Helena had scoffed. Now Grace is standing in the doorway of her own little flower shop, smelling all those fresh flowers around her. The tulips smell so strong, Grace traces their petals with a leap of joy.
A woman enters the shop and pauses uncertainly. “I’m here to buy flowers.” She explains, and then laughs at herself. “For my friend.” She adds. Grace smiles at her, the woman’s nervousness allowing her to regain some confidence.
“What’s the occasion?” Grace asks. The woman shrugs.
“Their engagement.”
“How nice.” Grace grins. Juliet smiles back, suddenly at ease.
Grape 11. Rocket Science
Pocky Chain
Rainbow Sprinkles. Grace
Cherry. Present Tense
rating: G words: 1000 notes: I wasn't around in May, so consider this me making up for my absense. Also, for some reason Grace only works in present tense...
“Rose petals?” Jordana’s voice is laden with disbelief when she walks into the apartment. “Isn’t that a little cliché, even for you?” Grace snorts.; Grace's pocky chain, centered around flowers
May flowers for Amnesty week
She can’t make the daisies stay together. She glares at the flowers as they litter around her, refusing to meld into an easy chain. “Lotti!” Grace’s voice was demanding. Her twin looks up.
“Yes?” She asks.
“The daisy’ won’t make a necklace.” Grace holds up two separate daisies proves that, despite her efforts, the daisies still fall apart unless you hold them.
“You’re doing it wrong.” Lotti’s fifteen minutes older. She knows what she’s talking about. Grace holds out the daisies and Lotti shows her how its done with a smile. Their parents watch and exchange a smile of endearment.
* * *
“Grace, come down!” The command echoes up the stairwell and Grace runs down the stairs.
“Look what I drew for you, Mama!” She hands her a picture of a flower. Hannah Bourne smiles at her daughter.
“Well done darling. Now, I want to tell you and Lotti something.” Lotti’s behind Grace, smiling.
“What?!” Grace demands.
“I already know.” Lotti smiles and runs up the stairs. She’s fifteen minutes older, Grace reasons, she should know.
“I’m going to have a baby.” Hannah begins to well up as she tells her daughters. Lotti’s still smiling. Grace looks confused.
“How does that work?!”
* * *
“Rose petals?” Jordana’s voice is laden with disbelief when she walks into the apartment. “Isn’t that a little cliché, even for you?” Grace snorts.
“Nothing is too cliché for me.” She grinned. Jordana rolled her eyes, setting down her books on the table.
“So this is why it was urgent I come over after class?” Jordana asked as Grace took one of the roses in the vase and traced it over Jordana’s neck.
“It’s valentine’s day, Jordie. I am pretty sure you could have expected this.” Grace chuckled.
Jordana rolled her eyes but lent forward to kiss her girlfriend. “You’re right.”
* * *
“I hate biology!” Grace mumbles at the screen, scrolling through pages of syllabus predicting long lessons about blood vessels and hearts.
“Then why are you majoring in it?” Skype makes it easy to pull a face at your sister when she’s got a know-it-all attitude. Grace sighs.
“’Cause I loved last semester’s course on plants and shit.” She shrugs, despite that fact that Maddie can’t see her. “I found the etymology of some plant names, and its so cool. Take the tulip-”
“Boring.” Maddie interrupts Grace with a loud yawn. “I skype you because I want to hear about college parties!”
* * *
“So you don’t want to do anything in medicine or experimental or natural sciences?” The advisor clears up with a quizzical look. Grace nods. “May I ask why you majored in Biology then?” He asks, arrogantly. Grace sighs and shrugs, ignoring his conceit.
“It seemed like a good idea.” She says, braiding a flower into a small strand of hair that escaped her ponytail.
“I take it you won’t want to go to graduate school then?” The man clarifies, raising both eyebrows at Grace. She shrugs again. “I would advise against it.”
“Then I won’t.” She replies and as she leaves.
* * *
“Are you sure?” Grace bites her tongue so she isn’t mean to her mother. She twirls the daisy between her fingers and looks up at the sun.
“Yes, Mom.” She explained softly. “I’ll figure out what I want to do later. Felicity’s letting me keep my job at the restaurant, so I’ll do that for a while.” Mrs. Bourne clicks her tongue.
“That’s not a suitable job for a college graduate.” Her mother points out again. And Grace doesn’t want to hear it anymore.
“I know, but I don’t know what I want anymore. So I’m waiting.” Grace explains again.
* * *
Grace had just bought herself a Pruis and was working overtime at the shop when she meets her. “A coffee to go.” She is haughty and tall and holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Why the bouquet?” Grace asks with raised eyebrows as she punches the order into the computer. The girl gives Grace a quick once over.
“I’m going to see my sister-in-law. She just had a baby.” The rings on her finger glitter as she gives Grace a crisp $20 note.
“Congratulations.” The woman pulls a face.
“I lost a bet on it.” She sighs. She leaves her number.
* * *
Helena hates all the flower that “pollute” the house. She smiles and asks Grace to take them away. Instead, Grace gets plastic flower and perfumes. She gets so many small, delicate perfume bottles she can’t count anymore. They’re always expensive and delicate.
“You wear perfume?” Lotti scoffs.
“I’ve always worn perfume.” Grace knows it’s a lie but won’t admit it.
“No, you used to wear flowers.” Lotti corrects her. “She’s changed you Grace, and not for the better.” She’s just fifteen minutes older. She doesn’t know that much.
* * *
“You should leave the city.” Grace is lying in Lotti’s lap. She can’t walk around the corner without a memory of Helena anymore. Grace looks up at Lotti. She’s 15 minutes older; she would know.
“How did you survive?” Grace asks quietly. Lotti just smiles sadly. She’s so full of wisdom. Grace wishes she acted like she was only fifteen minutes older for once.
“It was different.” Lotti explains. “Phillip died. Helena just left.”
Grace closes her eyes. She can’t look at this house, smell this perfume, feel this couch without thinking about Helena. It was probably good Helena didn’t like flowers.
* * *
“Such a cliché idea” Helena had scoffed. Now Grace is standing in the doorway of her own little flower shop, smelling all those fresh flowers around her. The tulips smell so strong, Grace traces their petals with a leap of joy.
A woman enters the shop and pauses uncertainly. “I’m here to buy flowers.” She explains, and then laughs at herself. “For my friend.” She adds. Grace smiles at her, the woman’s nervousness allowing her to regain some confidence.
“What’s the occasion?” Grace asks. The woman shrugs.
“Their engagement.”
“How nice.” Grace grins. Juliet smiles back, suddenly at ease.