“What shall I do with this one?” 

He turned and looked at her hands holding the pure white flower, still a bud, with rows and rows and rows of petals ready to burst any day now.

“There was one left? I thought we had finished!”

She shook her head, frowning slightly.

“No, I had said there was one left. You never listen to me…”

Whining. That’s what she was best at. His face creased as he inhaled to give her his view of the facts, when a tiny damselfly, barely longer than his finger, decided to flutter between the two arguers. As he inhaled, though, the breeze that the insect had been peacefully soaring on shifted and it found itself sucked in towards him, up, to his nose. At the last moment he shut his mouth tight – the wings of the delicate damselfly caught in his nostrils and he immediately sneezed: a powerful, explosive sneeze that no one and nothing was safe from.

When the dust and leaves and colours and paint had settled and the damselfly, albeit a bit ruffled, was back in flight and out of sight, she looked at the budding white flower and sighed a short sigh.

“Well” she said “that’s taken care of then.”

He looked over, saw it, then caught her eye.


And they both smiled.



About Full Of Daisies

I am permanently in love. Things I like: purple, pasta, silk, autumn, the smell of mould, candles, cachi, having friends, water, new things, rice, eggs (all eggs!), fresh grass, olive trees, shiny things, glitter, hanging objects, windcatchers, wind, couscous, wasabi, carnivores, presents, snow, leaves, orchids, feathers, cappelletti, meat, fruit (all fruit), more del gelso (Morus alba L.), pigs, candles, christmas, polenta fritta!, separating egg whites from yokes in my hands, cartoons, dragons, the ocean, nudibranchi, cows, mercury (the metal), cosmos (the flowers), thunderstorms, Mika, turtles, acquariums, green and blue (mixed), siccamores, spring, snails, 24, porc with a sweet sauce (apple, cranberry, tomatoes jam), looking at a swimming pool upsidedown and underwater, english accent, open-minded people, driving, blue skies, checkered tablecloths, butterflies, books and cartoons in rhyme, painting eggs, the star-shadows that football players have, silver, laughing, Vivaldi, bells and chimes, white and purple, creating. Complete Happiness: Early morning. Sun, with a breeze; a pond with water lilies. A house, with a garden, full of plants. A vegetable patch, lemon, orange and mandarin trees. Cosmos everywhere. Birds in the trees; a tortoise eating the salad from the vegetable patch; a mammal (I couldn’t decide which one would make me happier) close by. No houses for as far as the eye can see. Me, a man that loves me and that I love. Friends coming over for a lunch that I have to prepare, and have all the ingredients for all ready in the kitchen.

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