Daily Prompt: Secret Admirers. You return home to discover a huge flower bouquet waiting for you, no card attached. Who is it from — and why did they send it to you?
They’ve been delivered to the wrong home. Sadly, that is my first thought. As I search in vain to find the card or some shred of evidence by which to begin solving the mystery I allow my mind to wander. Maybe they are from him. But he never sends flowers. Aside from the freshly cut wild flowers he keeps stocked on the kitchen counter, I can count on one hand how many times he has purchased flowers. And never has he had them sent.
Nothing significant has happened. I’ve won no awards, received no promotions, survived nothing insurmountable. Life has been blissfully average.
I decide to let go of the need to know and just enjoy them. They’re beautiful and happy. Crisp white roses with sprigs of lavender and baby’s breath.
As I pick them up off my front doormat, I notice a torn piece of paper taped to the bottom of the vase. “..07 Sea Breeze Circle.”
I was right. They’re not meant for me, they belong to my neighbor. I don’t know her. I have only seen her a handful of times through the windshield of her car as she backs out of her driveway. I’m not even sure of her hair color. Is it her birthday? Did she get a promotion? Is there a new paramour? Was there an old one?
I stand before her door with the offering of these beautiful flowers. Hoping the occasion is pleasant and maybe we can at least learn each other’s names and have a chuckle over the misplaced vase. There is no answer.
I could keep them. No one would know.
Instead I remove the torn address from the bottom and place them gingerly on her front doormat. I try the doorbell one last time, wait an appropriate amount of time, then leave.
Maybe she’ll know who they are from. Or maybe they will be a mystery for her, as they were for me. A mystery in which I now play a part.