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Blossom
Blossom
fell from the book into her lap. The pages they
had been pressed between were damp and the
scent of gardenias wafted up to her from the
crumpled remains of the flower. Mara delicately
picked up one white petal, the faintest touch of
wilting brown graced its edges and she rubbed
it between her fingers thoughtfully, the
crawling sensation returning to dance over her
scalp and down her neck to raise the hair on
her arms beneath her coat.
Trembling slightly, she dried the slightly
damp petals on her skirt and placed them back
between the pages of her book and slipped it
back into her backpack. How had the flowers
gotten into a book she had been holding closed
in her lap? Where had they come from and who
had placed them there? The husky whisper
floated back through her mind, and she tugged
on her braid as she looked over her shoulder
one more time. Feeling foolish, she nervously
pulled her feet up and tucked them under
herself as if she were a child afraid of the
monster lurking beneath her bed.
She spent the rest of the ride curled up in
her seat with her backpack clutched in her lap
like a security blanket and fled the bus the
moment the aisle cleared
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