The Lover Left Holding the Daffodils

When I first saw him, he was sitting on the stoop. I wouldn’t have noticed him except he was clutching a bunch of daffodils. Photo by Nancy A. Ruhling Daffodils are symbols of unrequited love. The flowers, which were bowing their buttery brows in a nod to nighttime, and probably a lack of water, were married by a piece of crunched-up tin foil. The man, who had lost his youth long ago, looked a little sad. He petted my dog, so I said hello and remarked upon the beauty of the blooms. He smiled. I continued my walk and …

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The Novel Teen

The bedroom, painted bright blue, looks like a little girl’s idea of a fairy tale. The fantasy furniture is covered with curlicues, and pictures of Disney’s Beauty and …

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