#flower powers

[shopcocosmusings]

Red Flowers Hair Clips by Coco's Musings

[misspurrrfect]

I took these to inspire John Lenmesin 🙏🌈💖

[garden-baby]

Went exploring today.

Found a butterfly, a magpie feather, a burning hot dollar and picked a flower.

[kathsadventuresinwonderland]

Super-Flowered

The lounge area on the Victorious was louder than Ben would have liked. It had an annoying echo, despite the once blue carpet, that was less a single voice and more like being on the inside of a bass drum a few seconds after it had been thwacked, when the beat had become a steady rumble that reverberated around the inside of the room, not loud enough to be the cause of any pain, or even irritation to anyone who wasn’t Ben, but was just loud enough to distract him from the laptop in front of him.

A song was playing in the background – because just what this disaster of a relaxation area needs is more background noise – too low for Ben to hear what was playing unless he focused on it, which he was desperately trying not to do, but a small child had just started wailing and Ben's finger repeatedly hitting the back button (not that there was anything to delete) didn’t have the desired ability to drown the little brat out, so he chose the lesser of two utterly horrendous evils. It wasn’t a nice song. He was glad when it ended.

And then he wasn’t, because a familiar chord was softly introducing a familiar voice. Perhaps he was imagining it, but a sort of quiet seemed to spread through the lounge. It wasn’t silence, but the couple who had been chatting and laughing in front of him fell into an easy stillness and the teenager a couple of tables over (who could only be described by the distinct feeling Ben got that a grandmother would say she looked like trouble, even though she’d probably never even had a detention in her life) who was tapping the toe of one boot and humming along to something Ben had no interest in hearing, playing in her headphones, slipped said headphones down around her neck and leant back to listen, no longer humming.

It would have been the perfect time for Ben to get some writing done, if it hadn’t been for the damn familiarity of the song. He slammed his laptop shut and grabbed his bag, catching the side of the table as he did, spilling the last cold dregs of coffee over the hand he reached out to catch the falling paper cup with.

[misspurrrfect]

[mssocialgal]

~~Nodding by Helen K. Passey~~

[mssocialgal]