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TITLE: Lilacs In June | Previous Challenge Entry
By Heather Scott
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This woman is so beautiful. When God created her, he must have had me in mind. I watched her meticulously choose each piece of fruit and imagine myself spending the rest of my life with her.
As I slowly walk closer to her, I can smell her perfume. I briefly close my eyes and imagine myself walking through a field of Lilacs in June. As I get closer, she looks up. Our eyes meet and we both smile.
“Did you find anything?” I was referring to the apple that she was inspecting with great intensity.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve noticed how closely you check the fruit before you place it in the bag”
“Oh, that. You know, sometimes I’m checking for cuts and bruises, but more often, I’m thinking about how great God is. There are about fifty different fruits and vegetables in this Produce Department. Each one is unique in its own way and that is mind-boggling to me. You probably saw me telling God how great and awesome he is.”
“Wow.” I was captivated.
“What?” She said with a girlish look.
“That’s amazing.”
“No, God is amazing.” She nodded her head as if she was confirming her own statement.
“Excuse us.” She motioned for me to move so an elderly woman could have her turn at massaging the melons.
We moved towards the Floral Department to continue our conversation. It was there that I was able to see how flawless her skin is and how her lips pucker ever-so-slightly as she speaks.
“It’s almost 6 o’clock.” She glanced at her bracelet-style watch. “I hate to cut this short, but I have a meeting to get to. It was really nice talking to you.”
I watched her walk away and it was like watching a dream fade. I couldn’t let this lady walk out of my life. I didn’t even ask her what her name is. I have to catch up with her.
I noticed the bouquets of roses next to the refrigerated floral arrangements as I was leaving the department. I purchased the roses and began to scurry through the store in search of the elusive beauty.
I looked down each aisle hoping that she hadn’t made it to the checkout counter. As I looked down aisle six, I saw her. I quickly walked towards her.
“Hey.” I sounded out of breath.
“Hello.” She looked up with a curious smile.
“I didn’t get your name.”
“My name is Amber.” She was still smiling.
“Amber, it’s very nice to meet you.” I extended my hand to greet her as if I had never spoken to her.
“My name is Chris.”
“It’s very nice to meet you.” She said playfully.
“I hope this is not too forward, but these are for you.” I handed the roses to her.
She looked slightly perplexed.
“I wanted to give you a dozen roses, because you have just given me a dozen reasons to believe in love again.” I could tell the way she slowly batted her eyes that I had her attention.
“This is so sweet. I really don’t know what to say.”
“It’s okay. I just couldn’t let you get out of the store without talking to you again. I would love to call you later this evening, if that’s alright with you.”
“That would be nice.”
As she smelled the roses, she closed her eyes as if she was secretly telling God how awesome he is, like she does when she chooses her fruit.
We quickly exchanged numbers. After she placed my number securely in her purse, she looked at me intently.
“Thank you.” She whispered as she gave me a modest hug.
It was as if she was thanking me for the present and for the future.
“It was my pleasure.”
She left hurriedly.
As I watched her walk away, I realized I had just made a purchase that was going to change my life.
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Where I live, lilacs are at their peak in mid-May, and generally gone by June, and they grow in tall bushes, almost trees, not fields. That could be different elsewhere?
Nevertheless, your use of sensory words really contributed to the mood of this romantic piece.