Not rushing . . . an easy trot.
From the flower cart he snagged a rose, tucking three dollars under the corner of the lady’s till. She only felt the wind from his passing.
He could run faster. He had somewhere to be, but showing up late was good cover. He just wanted . . .
not a rose, but an Iris–
. . . to leave a little something to brighten her day.
He swung by the News and left the flower on her keyboard, being careful not to cause a whirlwind of loose paper as he streaked in and out again.
Nobody saw him.
This 99-word Flash fiction is my response to Carrot Ranch Communications’ Flash Fiction Challenge:
June 3, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a rose. It can be straight-forward, romantic, funny. What is your rose today and what is its story? Who craves the rose or shrinks away? Why? Let the prompt fully bloom in your imagination.