MidReal Story

Blue Cornflowers of the Forgotten Garden

Николай Кисель

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fellow florist and confidante of Elara, short with freckles and bright eyes, creative and supportive

local historian and guide, friends with Elara, tall with glasses and a beard, knowledgeable and cautious

young florist, friends with other protagonists, petite with curly brown hair, curious and determined

I pushed my bicycle up the hill, my breath catching as I reached the top.

Below me lay the small village I called home, and ahead, just off the main road, a bouquet of deep blue cornflowers caught my attention.

I’d never seen them grow wild in our area before.

I wondered if someone had planted them there deliberately.

Who, and why, I had no idea.

But I had to have those flowers.

I’d never seen a colour quite like it and I couldn’t wait to press them between the pages of my notebook and take them back to my shop.

I had to know what they were and where they came from.

I let out a sigh and pushed my bike down the other side of the hill.

I was only halfway down when I realized I’d forgotten to tie up my basket of flowers.