05/16/2024
Tofuwachtel
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Over the decades
Old, yes, she was. You could tell she had lived.
A face that had been marked by the years. A face that told stories.
That radiated joy and also a slight melancholy. And which had become more and more interesting over the years. A beautiful face. One that you wouldn't soon forget.
Her eyes still wide awake and full of life.
She had been standing here at the flower market for over 60 years. Even her grandmother had run this stall.
Modern or trendy? No, she wasn't. She had her very own style and didn't follow any trends. She knew what she wanted and what she didn't want. It had always been that way and it suited her perfectly.
Sure, there had been more customers at her stand in the past. Today, those who liked her classic bouquets came. Regular customers who still liked her signature style and had remained loyal to her for decades. But also many a new face.
She reached for the carnations. One of her favorite flowers. They would dominate the bouquet she was about to tie. She arranged a few dark roses with velvety blossoms and the occasional thorn among their dark green leaves. The fragrance was already wonderfully aromatic with a wonderfully subtle spice.
To break things up, she arranged a few stems of small white flowers in between. And a few small lilies of the valley. They played around the main protagonists of the bouquet, skillfully placing them in the center. The carnation in particular benefited from this.
Anyone watching her at work might think that she had a somewhat harsh, perhaps even stern look about her mouth. But anyone who spoke to her realized how warm-hearted she was. And then sometimes her violet-blue eyes would flash briefly.
She wrapped the stems of the bouquet in beige ribbon and placed it on the small, old wooden counter.
When she looked up, the customer was already there. She picked up this very bouquet every week. She paid, inhaled the scent of the bouquet deeply and smiled.
A face that had been marked by the years. A face that told stories.
That radiated joy and also a slight melancholy. And which had become more and more interesting over the years. A beautiful face. One that you wouldn't soon forget.
Her eyes still wide awake and full of life.
She had been standing here at the flower market for over 60 years. Even her grandmother had run this stall.
Modern or trendy? No, she wasn't. She had her very own style and didn't follow any trends. She knew what she wanted and what she didn't want. It had always been that way and it suited her perfectly.
Sure, there had been more customers at her stand in the past. Today, those who liked her classic bouquets came. Regular customers who still liked her signature style and had remained loyal to her for decades. But also many a new face.
She reached for the carnations. One of her favorite flowers. They would dominate the bouquet she was about to tie. She arranged a few dark roses with velvety blossoms and the occasional thorn among their dark green leaves. The fragrance was already wonderfully aromatic with a wonderfully subtle spice.
To break things up, she arranged a few stems of small white flowers in between. And a few small lilies of the valley. They played around the main protagonists of the bouquet, skillfully placing them in the center. The carnation in particular benefited from this.
Anyone watching her at work might think that she had a somewhat harsh, perhaps even stern look about her mouth. But anyone who spoke to her realized how warm-hearted she was. And then sometimes her violet-blue eyes would flash briefly.
She wrapped the stems of the bouquet in beige ribbon and placed it on the small, old wooden counter.
When she looked up, the customer was already there. She picked up this very bouquet every week. She paid, inhaled the scent of the bouquet deeply and smiled.
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