I was walking home a slightly different way and passed by this doctor’s office. Isn’t that creepy, just a lil bit? A random bouquet of flowers propped against the doorway… waiting for someone to find it. It was snowing/raining/drizzly a bit and this is what I see. I don’t know, I thought that was weird. I wanted the backstory: who left those? An anonymous admirer? A jilted lover? A random crazy person? I have no idea, and I suppose, once again, I’ll never know. So those who ask me where I get inspiration to write certain stories, here you go: life happens all around me, I just write about it.
Not much to report about today, really. School, school, more school.
T.C. says
Looks eerie. ;P
Maybe the doc forgot the flowers.
Hungry says
I passed by something like that near my building the other day. The difference was that there were several bouquets. Turns out that someone was stabbed to death. Erg!