The Only Blossom I Trust, flash fiction by Leslie Rider at Spillwords.com
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The Only Blossom I Trust

The Only Blossom I Trust

written by: Leslie Rider

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Achoo!
“Dammit, Bob!” I wipe my schnoz with a tissue at the door of the flower show. “I said no.”
“Look—”
I cough up mucus into a Kleenex from my purse with the marigold pin, the only blossom I trust.
“It’s not what you think,” he says.
“It’s flowers.” I blow my nose with a honk. “They make me sick.”
“Not all.” He shrugs. “Besides, it’s May. You’re gonna’ sneeze anyway.”
I rub an itchy eye. “Fine.”
“You’ll like it.”
We enter a room filled with only marigolds. I put the tissues away with a smile.

Leslie Rider

Leslie Rider

Leslie Rider is from Upstate New York and taught Spanish and ESL for over twenty years. In her spare time, she writes fiction and paints. She currently lives in Maryland with her family.
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