Everybody Loves Flowers
From the bus window I could see her standing just behind the bench at the bus stop. Her umbrella was up and in her arms was a colorful bouquet of flowers.
The bus came to a stop and passengers exited the bus.
I watched as a young man walked toward her, her smile widening.
“Look”, I said to the woman seated next to me on the bus, “she met him at the stop with flowers”. I could not help smiling as I watch the couple embrace.
“Oh, so lovely” the woman next to me replied, her accent heavy.
A moment later the woman next to me said, “Thank you for showing me, I feel so good now”.
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