Daisy
5:00pm
My last class ended and I walked to the
faculty lounge. I looked curiously at my desk as I approached it. A single red rose and a paper bag was on it with a note.
For you, Miss Daisy.
A colleague asked who it was from. I said I didn't know because I really didn't. Someone has been leaving a red rose everyday for the past three weeks on my desk but I didn't really think much of it.
Probably some secret admirer or my ex, Christopher, who was a fellow instructor apologizing for being a prick.
I took the rose and bag then threw them in the trash.
5:30pm
I went to the cafeteria to grab a soda. I planned to check the research papers my students submitted earlier.
5:45pm
I returned to the faculty room and stopped on my tracks when I saw the red rose back on my desk wi
