One may never know the impact of a small act of kindness, so I made sure she did. The roses she brought struck my fancy, and I told her so. The size! I’d never seen rose buds so large. The blush pink petals edged with just the faintest hint of mossy green curled ever so slightly on their tips, and the heavy weight of the bud I lifted to sniff surprised me. Those lovely roses looked as if picked right out of a Victorian painting, and I asked where I could get more.
I’m no stranger to floral shops. I can’t seem to pass one without a purchase. Stepping inside, the colors, textures, fragrances, and charm join the promise of tranquility to draw me further in like magnets. I adore the escape from the day’s hustle and bustle; but for roses like hers, she said, I needed to head to Trader Joe’s of all places! Shocked, I went.
Same large size, same slightly curled petals with same faint hint of mossy green, same heavy weight—but yellow this time. I’ll be going back, and I wonder what color will be next. Such joy! From her small act of kindness.
I love how you bring the human touch into your image here. They are beautiful roses but you also imply the enjoyment of them too. Lovely story and prompt to keep on with those acts of kindness.
