YOUNG LOVE'S LIKE THIS
FLOWER GIRL He was heart flutteringly handsome, and when he came into her florist shop - which was almost every day - he was very shy and seeming nervous in her presence. Every time he came in he said “ One rose please” and it was usually red, but sometimes white, and she always put a small spray of fern with it, in a pretty new foil and clear plastic sleeve. His hand would tremble as he took his rose from her, and she would watch him leave her shop, wondering who he bought those single roses... Sign in to see full entry.