“Come forward my dear, let me look at you?”
I moved forward until I was standing right in front of her. Her eyes looked bright as she peered through her glasses at me. “You’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
I didn’t quite know what to say to that, I didn’t consider myself pretty.
“What was your name again?”
“Poppy,” I said.
“Ah, my little flower,” I knew that was coming. “So tell me something about yourself?”
“Well, I’m twenty and I live with my Mum and Dad and two sisters.”
“And what do you do for a job?”
I cringed inwardly, “I work as a florist.”
She looked over my shoulder and said, “A girl with a sense of humour!”
I feel like I am on trial, and I suppose in a way I am. The old lady blinked rapidly as she stared at me.
“It’s true. I love flowers, it’s my passion.”
“Not your only passion, I hope?” And she smiled and I realised she wasn’t so scary after all.
I grinned back foolishly and felt myself blush.
Warren stepped forward then, “Come on Grandma, leave her alone, I don’t want you to scare her away so soon!”
The end
Karen J. Mossman - World of Stories 