What Would You Give For a Daisy
“What would you give for a daisy?”
Those had been the first words she had spoken to him, the day they met. Or actually, the night. It had been at Nigel’s party. They’d both been a bit tipsy, and he had just bumped into her, spilling her drink all over himself in the process.
“I beg your pardon?” he had asked to cover his embarrassment.
“I said, what would you give for a daisy?” She had grabbed the hem of her dress with both hands, flaring out the hemline to display its daisy border, then waltzed off without waiting for an answer.
Daniel smiled at the recollection. She hadn’t told him her name was Daisy. He had wormed that information out of his host, along with her phone number.
When he called, she laughed at the silliness of her own behavior the night before. He soon learned that this was just her — always bubbly, always carefree and kind.
What would he give for a Daisy? Anything. Everything. His whole life. He picked up the ring box and slipped it in his pocket. He hoped she wore the dress tonight.
This micro was prompted by the photo. Sometimes the romantic in me just can’t resist! Please leave a comment! Is there a Daisy in your life for whom you’d give (or do) anything?
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Cute story! Perfect for a Sunday morning. Thanks, Dascha. 😊
In another lifetime, so very many years ago, I was a flower child. I would imagine you could have guessed that. This speaks to my heart and brings back memories of a carefree youth. Ah, yes, those were the days 🌼💕