#fridayflash – She’s a Blooming Pain

Posted by Helen on February 24, 2012 in Flash Fiction, Recent | 25 comments

This week has been a busy one and I had no time to write something new, so am sharing  an old writing exercise I did which was to write from the point of view of a Wedding Bouquet:

For your enjoyment I present:

She’s  A Blooming Pain.

by

Helen A. Howell

Today’s my special day and I do look extremely beautiful, but then I am playing the starring role. The bride will hold me with pride, in fact she may well have a job to outshine me.

I wonder when they are going to deliver us? Those bridesmaids posies chattering is getting on my nerves. It’s very hot in here I hope I don’t wilt. What was that you said? You think I’m a bit droopy anyway. Stupid posy. Yes, you. Don’t you know I’m suppose to cascade down like that? See how my lilies flow and the soft feathery ferns drape around them. I’m like a silk ball gown. But then you wouldn’t know what that feels like, would you my dear? You’re just a little round of pink roses. You remind me of  a cake doily. Sticking your leaf out at me like that won’t make any difference. How childish! You are what you are and I am, well, beautiful. Oh, you think I’m lovely too. Well, thank you Johnny Jump up. I’m blushing a little, see my white has tinges of pink. Still isn’t that what I am supposed to do on a wedding day?

Oh we’re off. Bye everyone. Soon it will be time for my grand entrance.

*****

I do wish you posies would be quiet for a moment, you give one such a headache. It’s bad enough being bumped up and down in a cardboard box while travelling. It better not have ruffled my petals. Oh, we’ve stopped. We must be there. Quiet I said, you’re like a bunch of babbling monkeys. Not at all dignified enough for such an occasion.

*****

At last peace and quiet. Those posies must be dosing. Very understandable, such an exciting time for them. It’s worn them out. Although I suppose lying on this soft bed is conducive to making one close their eyes. Yawn… I might take a nap myself.

Oops, that woke me up. She’s picked me up and is looking at us in the mirror. My, we do make a fine pair. I will do my best not to upstage her too much. My lilies look very much like her dress, but she is all in white, it does nothing for her cheeks. Now me, I have little touches of yellow rose buds scattered among my green, like bursts of sunshine. (Sigh,) I could fall in love with myself so easily. I know everyone else will.

*****

What a beautiful ceremony it was. I saw people admiring me as she carried me up the isle. I knew I would be the centre of attention. I bet I look good in all those photographs they took. Now it’s time for the three of us, just him, her and me to leave on our honeymoon.

Why’s she stopped at the car? Now she’s turned her back on her guest. What on earth is she saying one, two, threeeeeeeeeeeeee. I’m flying through the air. Why am I flying? I can hear those posies laughing. Shut up do you hear me, shut up. Somebody catch me! Oh my gawd, they’re all trying to. They’re  jumping up  and shoving at the same time. Someone will catch me, yes of course  they will.  SPLAT!  Bugger…