700 Daisies

This entry is for 3WW. This week's words are: Absent, Notebook, Persuade.

After a long day at work, Priscilla came home to find 700 daisies covering her apartment, from top to bottom, even filling out the small corner between the fridge and the cabinets. She stared in disbelief than started sneezing in double repetitions. One, two, paused, one, two, paused. She picked up the card on the table and flip it open. It was from him. Inside, printed in red letters were "forgive me."

It's a pity that she was allergic to daises. How appropriated that he would sent her the one flower she was allergic to. What insane reasons did he had in doing this? How many times did she said she was allergic, how many times had she repeated her words never getting through to him? Too many that was for sure. Nothing can persuade her to forgive him. After the divorce, she no longer wanted to associate with him. His family had talked him into making amends with her. But it was too late. He convinced his lawyer, his family and pretty much every one of their friends and her friends that she was the one who was wrong, that she was the one who destroyed their relationship.

She gathered up all the daises into black trash bags all the while sneezing continuously. Then she took them downstairs. She knew what she needed to do.

Outside it had grown dark and snow was lightly falling. She checked her watch - ten minutes after 10. The wind was blowing into her face sending chills on her already red nose. Wearing her black boots and white coat, Priscilla dragged the bags of daisies behind her as she sneezed now and then. The streets were empty, only a few people walking around.

Finally at his front door, she left the three bags and started to walk away. There was no light coming from inside. But when she noticed the blue car parked in front of the house, she thought of an idea. She grabbed the bags of daisies and headed for the car, her car. She did helped him paid for it. Letting him put everything in his name was the most stupid thing that she's ever done.

It was one of his bad habits - keeping his car unlocked. Another one of his nuisances that she hated was the fact that he still kept a black notebook full of phone numbers of all the women he ever dated. That and the many absent dates that he missed. The last present he ever gave her was a book on how to cook. Sure she wasn't a great cook but does he had to rubbed it in that he's better at it than she was? Does he have to make fun of her in front of her friends? She may be absent-minded sometimes but she certainly would not leave her car door unlocked or the headlight still turned on. She saw that he also left his keys on the dashboard as she opened the car door.

She grabbed the daises stuffing them into the car. In the glove compartment, in the trunk, into the seats, under the seats, inside the cup holder, under the hood of the engine and even stuff some into the tail pipes. She gave out a laugh. A man walked passed her and stared at her. She smiled and waved to him. He walked away shaking his head.

In the yellow street lights, she can see the blue car with daises sticking out of its windows. After inspecting the car for a couple of seconds, she was satisfied. She headed home slowly with a smile on her face.