MidReal Story

Blue Cornflowers of the Forgotten Garden

Николай Кисель

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

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

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.