Purple Flowers

Chapter 6

Danny went home in the late afternoon and placed his vase of beloved flowers onto his desk. He stroked the petals again softly, feeling their magic with his fingers. He wasn’t sure how his creature felt after being taken away from the place she had lived in for many, many years, nor how she would be able to survive and thrive in a new environment. Danny decided to not let those things bother him for now and sat down to finish writing his new piece of music. He and his band had a gig coming up next month and he wasn’t going to blow it before it even happened.

Just then, some of the petals on the plant fell off and began swirling towards him. A tentacle formed, picked up the nearest pen on his desk, and handed it to him. Danny laughed with delight. He and his heart’s dear one were reunited!

“Th-thanks,” he whispered, hoping that his roommates didn’t see what was happening.

The creature picked up the pen again and scrawled the letters “N-O-P-R-O-B-L-E-M” on a nearby piece of paper.

Danny looked at the plant, considering making it his new muse and inspiration for his new music material. “Do you have a name?” he asked the plant.

The creature wrote the words “I am whatever you think is worthy of knowing me as” on the piece of paper.

Danny thought of his whole adventure — from the first time he met the larger-than-life-sized creature in the empty old flat, to a simple, magical, potted plant standing here in his bedroom. “You’re definitely worth more than just fifteen dollars to me.”

The creature wrote “I can’t be known by a name like, say, twenty dollars.”

Danny laughed. “Nonono, of course I’m not going to call you that.” He thought for a while. “Can I call you Lynn?”

“Lyn? Why?” wrote the creature.

“L-Y-DOUBLE N,” Danny spelled. “Because I think it’s such a lovely name.”

The creature added an extra N to “Lyn” and wrote “Okay”.

Danny grinned. “It’s lovely, like your flowers.”

“Thank you.”

Danny looked around his room, uncertain if it was a good, clean environment for his dear one. “How do you like it here?”

“It’s very cosy,” scrawled the creature.

“So you’re gonna be okay here?”

“I’ll be okay as long as YOU are around.” The creature emphasised on the “YOU”. “At least I’m not living alone anymore. I promise I won’t cover your floor with my flowers if you don’t like it.”

Danny smiled. “To be honest, I wouldn’t mind that.”

He sat there looking at the plant for a while, wondering where the creature’s eyes are. “Oh, and by the way, you have nice handwriting.”

“Thanks,” the creature wrote, almost at the end of the piece of paper now. “Be thankful for your hands and fingers, human. A tentacle made of flowers doesn’t hold a pen, let alone write very well.”

THE END.