The flowers he’d given me were dead. I hated to shove dead flowers in the trash. So, I pulled all the petals off the roses and put them in a bowl. I stepped outside the apartment without my shoes and in my peasant skirt. A tree blocked the view of our upstairs apartment from the street and the apartment across from us had been empty for over a week.
I flung petals in the air and spun around. The petals scattered around me in the breeze. I spun a little more and flung more petals higher. Then I heard the clearing of a throat.
Looking over my shoulder I saw our new neighbors. The couple stood on the landing with suitcases and bags. “Hi!” I said and brought my arms down to my side. “Um, I’m your new neighbor.” I brushed long strands of hair from my face.
I looked at my bowl of petals and reached for my door. “Well, I guess I’m done now. Nice to meet you.”
They nodded again. “I’ll just be going inside,” I said. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
Who knows what they thought. They were quiet neighbors.
I feel like I’m scattering my novel out there and who knows what people will think. But at least I don’t have to live next door to any of you. Ha-ha-ha.