Tuesday, April 3, 2012


Good day everyone.

Well, we are now day three into the challenge and for this post I went out of my comfort zone and wrote something completely different than my usual genres. I am dedicating today's post to all my ROMANTIC writer blogger friends. You know who you are.

I hope you enjoy it.

As the bride rushes around the suite during the most important day of her life, her betrothed ties a black satin tie with perspiring hands in a modest room on another floor.
The maid of honor hooks the final mother-of-pearl button at the waist of the bride’s gown. She scoops up an array of lavender, white, and pink orchids and gently hands the bouquet to the bride.
A loud knock startles the groom. The best man opens the door and is handed a simple white box. He tips the delivery man and steps over to the groom and hands the box to him.
With shaky fingers the groom clumsily peels a tiny envelope from the top and opens it. He reads the familiar scroll ... 
With all my love, 
A slight grin etches into his tense face. After placing the card into the inside left pocket of his jacket, he opens the box. Opalescent confetti hugs the edges of a single white blossom.
A confused brow twitches on his temple as he pins the bloom to his lapel. The best man steps over to him. 
“It’s time to go.”
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During their first dance the bride traces the delicate white flower on her husband’s lapel. He glances down with furrowed brows.
“I meant to ask you earlier.”
She looks up with sparkling eyes. “Yes”
“Why this flower? It’s an odd choice for a boutonnière. Aren’t carnations and roses traditionally used?”
She beams at him.
“Yes, darling. But I chose my favorite flower for you.” She strokes the side of his face and then traces the subtle curves of the petals again. “I purposely didn’t use them in my bouquet because I wanted only you to have it, to show you how much I love you.”
His face burns red. Misty eyes follow her delicate fingers. He clears his scratchy throat. “Well, I should know the name of your favorite flower so I can send them to you on our first anniversary.”
She buries her head into his chest and whispers, “Camellias.”

I know I got you on that one, didn't I? LOL. Have a great day everyone!


  1. Great little story!! Loved it!! :) And us romance writers thank you :)

  2. You are such a romantic, Michael. I love it. I always get a great feeling by reading your words.

  3. I knew as soon as I saw the word romance I was doomed...

  4. Gorgeous. You nailed that one. You old softy :)

    Alex - LOL!!!

  5. Blogger wouldn't let me comment yesterday! Bummer. Both then and today showcase why you are so talented a writer and due for some success very soon!! Roland

  6. I'm a hopeless romantic and I love this! :) Beautifully written, Michael.

  7. You wrote this with a delightfully light hand Michael and delighted with the twist at the end. Now I really think you should be penning one of these occasionally for RomanticFridayWriters. You are quite the talent!

    You must come by RomanticFridayWriters and read my flash fiction. The C is a real tear jerker. I'm having trouble getting readers as my link is to L'Aussie.



  8. You're so talented, Michael! As a romance writer, I applaud you. :)

  9. Nice! I'm definitely a fan of romance and I love this :)

  10. Aw, a hopeless romantic indeed! Sweet stuff, Michael. And yes, I'll be seeing you soon! :)

  11. I can almost smell that camellia.

  12. Oh, Michael, that's lovely. I think you should write romance more often. You could join Denise's Friday Romance Writers!

  13. I think Deniz may be right :)

  14. Michael dear; I totally agree with Denise and Deniz. This is beautifully written.

    I would so love to bury my nose in that Carmellias.