Smell the flowers

The train stops, and it’s not a station.

It’s a mechanical fault which will take time to fix. Passengers jump out for an impromptu picnic in the flower gardens near the track.

Am I not lucky to have taken a train today? The boss’s secretary said flight tickets are getting expensive, and we need to trim travel costs. Bless her scared soul…

I’d love to float through clouds, but a plane cannot stop mid-air. It crash lands on hard ground, causing damage. I hope there is no connectivity in this place, and nobody is able to reach me.

I don’t like being constantly on call. I want to stop and smell the daffodils, like the poet in my school textbook did. 

I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey.

 And peace … it continues to elude me. The phone rings.

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The Prosery prompt at dVerse today asks us to include the following words in a 144-word piece.

“I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.” from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.” by Katherine Riegel

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