(RHIO)
The old chapel eerily made my heart warm. Something about it reminded me of a happy moment that rarely happens in my burdensome life. An old woman sat in the corner as she tended to her flowers for sale and it made me recall the white roses 'that lady' gave me that night.
"One basket of roses please," I smiled at her through the car window. "The most beautiful of the white ones."
"Here son," she reached to me and I gave her whatever bills I picked in my wallet.
She looked at me in utter surprise and tried to return most of what I had given. "This is too much dear."
"Please take it," I smiled again in response. How miraculous it was that this place made me smile often. I can't wait to see her once more. I wished, prayed rather, that she'd pass by again.
