white flowers

A Stranger

Jerry!” I called
loudly, a fist filled
with branches

a cell phone camera
in the other, awkward
under the mass of white

flowers trying for
a picture. But it
was a stranger who

turned around
walked back smiling
and held the branch still.

© 2017 Melinda J. Irvine

white flowers

Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a freelance writer, poet, and blogger — writing slick sales copy for clients from all over the world. And blogging poetry. In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.


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