Short story

The summer of 1920.

Florence always smelt like coconut and blood orange. She had platinum blonde hair, and freckles on her nose. Her luscious legs shined. She was so attractive. A timeless beauty. With a degree in philosophy and an apartment downtown she was ready to build a life. Over 10 times he had tried to invite her out, but she thought that he was out of her league. He did not have much. He was just a farm boy from the north. He saw how the other guys surrounded her on boat trips and in the coffee shops. Why could he not be like them and get her on? On a cold autumn morning some thoughts got to his head. He started shaping up. His friend helped him restore an old car, and he got a new suit and a hat and started smoking. He did not know what had happened, but he had suddenly changed his world to something better. One day he spotted Florence in the town. He asked her out and finally she said yes. His new way of living had impressed her. The biggest wedding on that time was held and for the next years 3 daughters came and they got a house with a pretty landscape. Decades later he fell down on the batterfield and made her to a widow. They had lived a good life with good times. Before he had gotten to war he had said to her; take care of our daughters and the others, go out every night to see the sky, cuddle with kittens and always have cake and roses and the table. 

𓂃By Sunniva