12 Day Blog Hop: FLOWERS
Day 5 of Stacy Hoyt’s 12 Day Blog Hop. I’m super late and just winging it at this point. Enjoy!
by J. Whitworth Hazzard
Samuel never did get on that train.
He got a tiny little flat in Oslo down the street from Sigrdrífa’s hospital. While she worked, caring for the war wounded and sick, he worked odd jobs and tried desperately to learn the language so he could propose to Sigrdrífa in her native tongue.
Three months he carried the ring in his pocket.
It was the first day of spring, when he mustered his courage and laid his heart bare. She said yes.
The day of the wedding he waited for hours in the anteroom of the altar. He showed up at 7am in his best suit, ready to pledge his love.
“You’re eager. I like that,” The old man snuck into the room and smiled. “I’m Sigrdrífa’s Great Uncle.”
“Oh, you’re the florist. Sigrdrífa talks about you all the time. Thank you for the flowers,” Samuel never would have pegged the white-bearded hulk as a man who tended delicate things. “We couldn’t afford much. I wanted her to have…well, I want her to have everything.”
“You’re welcome, Sam. I can see that you really love her,” The old man tapped Sam’s heart with his finger. “And love… love like that is a cause for celebration. Congratulations.”
Samuel stood alone at the altar and gaped as he watched his bride to be walk down the aisle. She was a vision of beauty. He could scarcely believe she would fall for a lug like him. It was a tiny gesture, but Samuel would never forget it. In the back of the Church, emblazoned with the most magnificent array of flowers he’d ever seen, including a bouquet of pure white lillies for Sigrdrífa, her great uncle winked at Samuel with his one good eye.
To be continued…