Floristry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
You think flowers are nice to look out, nice to smell......? Well, think again!

Submitted: April 24, 2017

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Floristry

One minute I am laying in my bed, warm and snoozy, then the next I find myself on a path surrounded by flowers. How I got here I have no idea! And where ‘here’ is? That’s another total mystery, too.

 

The path only seems to only go one way and that is forwards. When I look behind me there is no trace of a path to be seen, just rows and rows of flowers. There are all different varieties of all different colors. Their perfume fills the air. There does not seem to be much else to do but to follow that path and see where it leads to.

 

The air is full of the twittering and chirruping of birds. Butterflies flutter upwards to land on another bloom, so many of them, their colors mingling with those of the flowers themselves. There is the distant drone of bees. Everything seems calm and peaceful; serene, I guess, would be the word to describe it.

 

As I walk further along the path I notice the flowers are beginning to get taller, to spread out. The path is definitely becoming narrower. And a strange thing – the pathway I have just walked along is no longer there. With no choice in the matter, I keep on going forward, only now beginning to notice the tree that has appeared ahead of me.

 

The flowers are now almost waist high and as I brush my way past them the scent becomes almost intoxicating. It is so strange.....The tree seems to be beckoning me onwards while the blooms with their stems and leaves are pushing me along.

 

It hadn’t seemed very big when I saw it from a distance, but the nearer I get to it the more it seems to grow. And grow and grow! Then the trunk starts to stretch, to groan and then to split apart. The flowering bushes behind me keep on pushing me forward, closer and closer towards the split that is now opening in the side of the tree.

 

There is nowhere to go, no way of escaping that forward push and I find myself inside the tree trunk, along with root tendrils, sap. And then I scream as the trunk closes itself, trapping me inside.

 

* * * * *

 

I awake on a bed, my bed, I presume. But there is something covering me. Not something heavy, but smothering, just the same. I reach my arm up to push whatever it is away from my face. I don’t seem to be able to make much progress in this, though.

 

Rose petals! Hundreds of them. No, make that thousands; hundreds of thousands! As soon as I brush them away from my face more drift down to take their place. I struggle to clear my eyes, to look around, but I can see for no more than a few inches. The petals appear to fill the room.

 

When I manage to get to my feet, they swirl around me, settle against me, cover me from head to toe. All I can see are colors, all I can smell are roses. I can even taste them, although I try to keep my mouth closed. But suffocation is suffocation, whatever the cause, and my body’s desire to keep breathing forces my mouth to open.

 

And that is all the invitation those petals need. They flood their way into my mouth, making me gag and choke. No matter how many I manage to cough out, there are twice as many waiting to take their place.

 

I’m coughing and chocking as they force their way down my throat. I don’t know if I’m standing up, laying down or what. My only thought is of the irony of being smothered to death by a symbol of romance.

 

* * * * *

 

I wake in my bed. Yes, it is my bed. My own bed in my own room. I brush at my face, at my covers.....There is not a rose petal to be found. Warily, I sniff the air. Not a hint of that distinctive rose fragrance. Good.

 

A dream! That is all it was. I’m not drowning in roses, being trapped inside a tree. Just thinking of those dreams makes me shudder now. I stretch, sit myself up and put my feet on the floor.

 

My interview is this morning. For the florists in town. I’ll make a phone-call later, let them know I’m no longer interested. Floristry just is not for me!


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