Literary Lion. Bloom.

I might be fighting off the temptation to play sleeping lions here today but my feeble fingers have just about managed to pluck a piece of paper from my little jar.

The word is the very beautifully penned ‘flower’.

There are some exciting things on the horizon for Literary Lion, but in order to make room for the approaching antics the event is now becoming a fortnightly affair. So from this week onwards I am giving you 14 days to craft your post of 400 words or less. Please remember to pingback to this post, include the ‘Literary Lion’ tag and of course give me a tinkle on Instagram and twitter.

As part of the new and improved Literary Lion I will be choosing a favourite tale each week to link to in my next prompt piece, so have your writing hands at the ready…

Here is my floral affair…

 

Bloom.

This time he bought me roses. Their razor thorns grazed his face when I cracked them across his skull. They swung so smoothly through the air, whistling as they went.

Twelve bunches of flowers in the last sixty-four days. But the roses were lavish. She must have been special. His guilt oozed from every petal.

The first time was a bunch of weak wilting daisies. Puny and pathetic. She probably had mousy brown hair. Plain Jane.

They got better looking each time. One day it was elegant, slender tulips. The next week was bright beaming amber sunflowers. That bunch hurt. I wasn’t the smiling type.

But the roses were the finest of them all. Blossoming pink spheres. Velvet to the touch. Plump, ripe and undeniably beautiful.

70 thoughts on “Literary Lion. Bloom.

      1. In such few words you cram in so much conflict (sorry, on a roll from my discussion with Mandibelle).

        The flowers he gives her – she accepts, probably knowing that it means he has been unfaithful, but she sucks it up as the flowers are as boring as the women he is fucking.

        Eventually the conflict becomes too much when the beautiful roses are given to her (a metaphor for a beautiful girl his is being unfaithful with) then she reacts.

        Questions are open as to why she has put up with this for so long? Why didn’t she react in the first bunch of flowers? Why not until she felt she was surpassed by another woman’s beaLaura is a great example. Her piece this week is full of conflict.

        The flowers he gives her – she accepts, knowing that it means he has been unfaithful, but she sucks it up as the flowers are as boring as the women he is fucking.

        Eventually the conflict becomes too much when the beautiful roses are given to her – someone more beautiful than her? – then she reacts.

        Questions are open as to why she has put up with this for so long? Why didn’t she react after the first bunch of flowers? Why not until she felt she was surpassed by another woman’s beauty (the roses were the trigger, not the continuous steam of offerings)? Is obvious in telling a tale of his infidelity, but hints at her own insecurity. And so quickly a timeframe. Has something happened between them?

        Love it.

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  1. You are getting ever so close to the perfection of a shortHemingway story, my dear! This is so wonderful, and so concise. You could have gone on, but the constraint writers show is almost as important as the words they choose. Wonderful story.

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  2. Beautiful post. But I can’t understand 64 days. 12 bunches of flowers is okay. But not 64 days. She missed some days. May be her moods didn’t notice the skipping time. And cracking them over his skull is something unpleasant. It means she isn’t pleased with all those developments. Anyway, let’s see what goes.

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  3. She’s really mad I think. She seems happier that the roses might cause him to bleed, but I still think she likes them because she says they are the finest.

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  4. I absolutely love this, and the fact that you tell it in so few words makes it even more magic for me. LOVE this.

    I wonder if the flowers-as-women representations indicate how it began… like he only dared to screw a ‘Plain Jane’ at first and work his way up, as it were. Does she truly love him, if she’s putting up with such cheating? Hmm, I don’t think he loves her so much anymore.

    Did I mention that I love this?

    *runs off to re-read*

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    1. Thanks! Sorry about that, but yes, I felt I can give my blog and the challenges more attention by changing the frequency! You can always answer each twice if you want to keep up your routine? I’m sure you could come up with more than one tale for each!

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      1. What a great idea 😊 mind you, for me once a fortnight is probably best 😆 a two-year-old and a nine-month-old take up a lot of time!

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  5. I love the comparison between the flowers and the women, and how she guesses things about the women by the type of “guilt” flowers he gives her.
    Nice for her he finally bought some with sharp spiky bits 🙂

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