TINY STORIES: The ordinary becomes extraordinary

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Very early in the morning, as I was walking my dog, I saw, on the ground in front of someone’s door, a bouquet of flowers. Not the wedding kind or the artificial kind, but rather the supermarket kind. A sweet, colorful little bundle, all wrapped up in a clear, crinkly package of cellophane and optimism. 

Were they a reparation for an indiscretion of some sort? Probably nothing too serious; maybe an apology for being late or not emptying the dishwasher for the 100th time. Something more serious, such as a revealed flirtation or unjust, angry words surely would require a heavier penance, involving, say, a professional arrangement, along with a humble begging for forgiveness. 

Maybe the flowers were “just because.” Maybe the recipient is one of those people who life shines upon and they, in turn, inspire gestures of kindness and romance.

Perhaps it was a secret admirer. Someone desiring from afar, too shy or afraid to declare affection. Waiting for just the right moment, or maybe missing it altogether, unwilling to take a chance. 

Regardless, someone woke up today, got ready to go to work, and, as they left, came upon this token, laid at their feet, so to speak. And the everyday routine maybe brightened a bit, and whether someone was saying I’m sorry, or I love you, or both, the ordinary became extraordinary.