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Flowers From 1970
Flowers From 1970
Flowers From 1970
"I'm sorry, but you must have the wrong num- Today?"
George asked, confused.
"Oh well sorry then, but yeah today. It's all over
the papers." The voice answered, not bothering to end
the call even though it was the wrong number.
The man laughed loudly, "I don't know about you, but
I don't remember Schlatt dying in 1920."
"How did you know?" The same man said into the phone.
"What?"
"Why-"
"Hi," it said.
2."Do you see that?" The man on the other side of the
phone asked, before audibly capping his pen again.
"Well..."
CHAPTER 1.3
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CHAPTER 1.5
"Are you there? What are you doing?" Dream asked, but
George walked over to his bedroom wall.
George put down the phone with a sigh and checked the
inside of the capsule container. Inside was a piece
of paper. A polaroid.
She happily took them from him and gave him a hug,
and he picked her up and spun her.
The man looked down, "Oh hello! Find what you need?"
0"You don't have to grow them, you can keep the seeds
and say they're flowers because technically they
are."
"Nice handwriting."
"Oh shush," Dream chuckled, "I never was one for good
penmanship."
George read over the paper, "If you don't mind, I'll
be off now to get supplies before it gets too dark."
"Do I?" The old man put his fists on his hips like a
superhero, and George was surprised at how he could
still be so energetic even in his old age. "Why I'm
probably the best in town to help you with that,
young lad. What are you growing?"
George organized his new items, "I should be, I'm not
busy anytime soon."
George rolled his eyes, "No. It was the man who owned
the flower shop."
"Dream?"
"What is it?"
"It's a disc, Tommy," The woman told him, "we can get
another one easily."
Tommy shook his head angrily, "It won't be the same."
He complained, and his brunette friend rolled his
eyes before dodging another sword hit.
"No pro-" Wilbur began but his son ran toward him
suddenly, tears in his eyes. "Daddy! He's here
again!" The boy sobbed, collapsing into his father's
arms.
"I have dark hair. It's straight and cut short at the
moment, and sort of bangs but not too long." He
looked at his reflection on his locked cellphone,
trying his best to describe himself accurately.
He watched the drawing, "Oh, a bit longer than that."
He instructed, and indeed the sketch of the hair
became a bit longer.
CHAPTER 2.1
"She de-deserv-"
Wilbur nodded, "I'd say so. Tommy was a bit shy and
weary of him at first, but he warmed up to him when
he protected Tommy from uncle Techno."
CHAPTER 2.2
"Yeah."
"The 29th?" Dream asked to make sure.
"Ha ha." Dream went quiet, "I missed you. It was only
a day but I missed talking to you, if that doesn't
sound weird."
That this bond was made strictly for them, and that
the world wasn't meant to know.
Dream's voice threw his logic down the drain, along
with all his crap about scientific proof and
algorithmic nonsense. He had been the magnetic pull
that he needed to realize how much he had messed up
his life, his relationships, and everything decision
he had ever made, all to help himself. So he lay
there, wondering why the one entity in his life that
had seemed to fix him was someone he couldn't have.
The thing that caught his eye, though, was who was
behind the counter. It was Techno.
"No."
"Done." He announced.
Why?
George: No problem
"Sure, kid."
"I get up at night to play on the computer when I'm
supposed to be sleeping. I lock my door and Mum and
Dad never see me."
"Such as?"
"I know."
"What?"
Sapnap took the boys hand and shook it, "My friends
call me Sapnap." He introduced himself, "I have to
book it, but meet me here tomorrow after school
again." He shouted as he ran towards his car. Dream
agreed, and looked over darkly to his parents in
the parking lot. He was still afraid to go over to
them and encourage them to drive him home already,
there was too much tension he felt but couldn't
understand.
It was easy.
CHAPTER 2.8
George:I'll be there
The man kept nodding slowly, and then both were put
in another slow moving silence.
"He called."
"George."
"Yes, Dream?"
Dream gave him one last look in the eye, "You take
care of those flowers, Wrong Number." He said as
George's view of him became obscured by the nurses.
CHAPTER 2.9
"I remember."
Wilbur laughed a little, "they were such absurd
stories, but I believed them. Techno didn't, he was
realistic, but me? Oh I soaked up every word of his
storytelling until I fell asleep." He looked
reminiscently in front of him. "The stupid one
about him climbing a tree to protest not cutting it
down, and how he got struck by lightning after, and
all those times he and his friend Sapnap would go
out and set firecrackers into the sky at
helicopters."
"T-then what?"
9:24
"Hi, George."
"I know you held it, George." Dream said boldly, "I
know how you felt. I know how you feel."
"Dream can you just cut this and get to the point?"
George snapped, and Dream's breath caught for a
moment, almost as though he wasn't expecting this
kind of reaction from George.
"Wh-"
9:30
I love it.
He had placed his hand atop Dream's handprint and
crumbled, listening to Unchained Melody until he
fell asleep every night, taking in the words and
cursing time.
It was the cliche "If you love them, let them go."
George was let go.
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