❝ — the evening of FEBRUARY 5, 2021 a pensive astrid hunter shows up at the current APARTMENT one @zachariaswinchester currently resides in with his cousin, @sxint, who, celebrating date night with a paramour, has created an intimate situation zach is eager to escape from – out to dinner is a nice bonus. ❞
For a woman who wields factoid-semantics as weaponry to cut opponents down at the knees, it would perhaps astonish those who do not know her by heart how much stock the councillor puts on primeval Victorian symbolism of blooms, utilised as a language as potent as the the most bewitching of poetries. Dainty, ivory daisies for innocence. Gladiolus’ in burgundy and rose for a strength of character. Dusk-reminiscent azaleas for temperance, peach or gold in their chosen light. Pale daffodils with their buttery, puckered mouths for new beginnings. Red poppies festooned by sprigs of fragrant rosemary for remembrance. What does it matter, that the month remains one of winter? The flower-pot hoisted in her arms, carried from car to the door upon which her knuckles rap—once, twice, three times—is an ode to an approaching spring; a congregation of crimsons, golds & ivories, the shades which chorus in-between, an offering: a reminder of his heart amidst savage vagaries.
A reminder as much as the smile that curls her full, berry-stained mouth when the door opens to reveal her friend. “Hello!” Astrid chirps a sunlit greeting at seven o’clock in the evening, rejuvenated in the wake of a gruelling work-day and appearing no less worse for it, somehow. Shifting the pot to a canted hip, propping it on the jutted curve of it, an arm wraps around the back of his neck, reeling Zach into her side.
Only after relinquishing her ensnaring does she extend it to him, forewarning: “These are for you. It’s a little heavy, be careful. I know I didn’t have to; I wanted to.”
Up and about early this morning after a good night’s sleep, made my coffee and arranged Lynne’s birthday flowers and presents, had my coffee and then got ready for work, had a very busy day in work and the day just flew by, I had a couple of cars and some parts to pick up, it was nice to see my old colleagues at Windsors Heswall, finished on time and when I got we ordered in a nice takeaway…