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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 16, 2012 16:51:30 GMT -5
“Oh and the flower boxes on the window sills are still blooming.” She spoke happily to the silent stone. She had heard voices nearby but was too busy ‘catching up’ with her mother to take any notice.
“We had a brief aphid problem but that is all sorted now.” She smiled while gazing at the tiny flickering candle light. Holly couldn’t think of anymore to say, she had basically just blabbed about the last few months while purposefully leaving out the older gentleman who had been leering at her recently. Looking down at the blades of grass she noticed they had overgrown quite a bit.
“And don’t worry mother I’ll come back tomorrow to trim back this grass.”
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 16, 2012 17:15:41 GMT -5
Jefferson laughed about Jezabel's 'Freddy Krueger' comment and watched her walk off. Wait! She knows my Grace?? "Jezabell! Wait!" he called going after her. "You know Paige??"
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 16, 2012 17:34:55 GMT -5
"Uh..." maybe sharing this information wasn't such a great idea, something about the way Jefferson urgently asked about his 'daughter'. She almost tripped over the brunette by the gravestone, Holly? That was her name wasn't it, the girl who sold her the lilies? "Oh, hi Holly! Jefferson thought you were Freddy Krueger"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 16, 2012 18:02:27 GMT -5
Just as she was about to blow out the candle and leave Holly found herself almost trodden upon.
‘Guess that answers who was shouting.’ She thought dryly. Looking up at the assailant Holly realised it was Jezabel, the girl she had served at the shop earlier that day. Brushing herself off as she stood to her full height Holly looked at the girl. She stared at her blankly for several moments. Jefferson? Freddie Krueger? Leaning to a side she saw the man swiftly approaching.
‘That would be the shouty guy then.’ She surmised. Quickly she pulled on her smirk as she looked the two whom had been lurking around in the cemetery.
“Well I forgot my pruning shears so I guess not hack and slash for me tonight.” She sang with playful sarcasm emanating from her words. Then she leaned down and picked up the almost extinguished candle.
“Oh, lighten up.” She smiled into the candle light at her pun. “Besides it was you two that were lurking and shouting. Thought about calling the sheriff then I thought it could be teenagers trying to scare themselves.”
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 16, 2012 19:59:45 GMT -5
No! No!No!No!NO The 'Sheriff' does NOT need to be involved! Jefferson's eyes grew. No! He did not need that again! However, the tone of the young lady's voice..... I know it! But who?.... Jefferson moved closer as the young lady held the candle closer to her features on her face. I do know her! She is 'Th.....Thum....' "Thumbelina!" he blurted out loud.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 16, 2012 20:41:31 GMT -5
Jezabel snorted at Holly, this was the kinda gal she could hang out with. "I'm actually pretty surprised at how little activity there's been since Emma-" Jefferson had shouted out a name, Thumbalina? Jezabel turned around and gave him a quizzical look. Something is definitely wrong with this guy.
"Tinkerbelle!" Jezabel Exclaimed " well, you know, I figured as long as were throwing small people names... Heh"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 4:19:30 GMT -5
Her smile flickered between shock and amusement as Jefferson shouted out ‘Thumbalina!’ quickly followed by Jezabel shouting ‘Tinkerbelle!’
“Woa, did I miss something or did we stumble into fairy land!” She laughed at the two. Her eyes drifted back to Jefferson he was looking at her with… shock? Disbelief? Happiness? Usually she was good at reading people but he was nought but blank pages to her.
“You ok there Jeff? Ya look like you’ve seen a ghost and last I checked…” She paused and lifted her hand to her neck. “Yup pulse still there, so it’s not me.” She smirked jokingly at the pair.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 17, 2012 12:09:09 GMT -5
“Woa, did I miss something or did we stumble into fairy land!” She laughed at the two. Her eyes drifted back to Jefferson he was looking at her with… shock? Disbelief? Happiness? Usually she was good at reading people but he was nought but blank pages to her. For a moment Jefferson hadn't realized what he had said. However, that was short lived when Jezebel shouted out the turblesome pixie's name. His eyes went from the quizzical look she gave him to the concerned look of....what was her name Here?.... His brain searched btween his mixed 'memories' to find it....Holly Short! Bloody fool! Now you look as Mad as they all claim you are! “You ok there Jeff? Ya look like you’ve seen a ghost and last I checked…” She paused and lifted her hand to her neck. “Yup pulse still there, so it’s not me.” She smirked jokingly at the pair. "What? Huh?" Jefferson muttered, comming back to the 'real world'. "Oh...yes...yes I....I'm fine" He tried to laugh it off. "I...I just thought that...that pixie name fit you Miss..Miss Short. It means...'Little'..." Quickly he looked around. 'Little' what? 'Little' WHAT?! He spotted roses then. "It..It means...'Little Rose'! In....In...Danish!"
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 12:19:19 GMT -5
She blinked dumbly at the man as her glasses slipped down her nose a little. ‘Little rose’? Danish?
“Well erm… thanks I guess.” She said awkwardly as she pushed her glasses back up her nose.
“I guess it’s kind of appropriate, did you know I owned the flower shop?” She paused for a moment. Had she ever met him before? He seemed familiar and he addressed her with her last name when she had not given it. Assuming he must have bought flowers before she smiled.
“So is the ‘little’ part a jab at my height or my name?” She asked with mock seriousness.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 17, 2012 12:38:33 GMT -5
"I....I'm sorry" Jefferson apologized. "It....it's been awhile since I've been in your shop...I used to stop in about once a month after..." he let his sentance hang, looking to a -very- bare stone next to were Holly knelt, overgrown with weeds and well....a dead rose. He knelt himself, pulling some of the weeds taking claim of the stone revealing a name: Alice March. For a moment, he fell silent. Alice.....At least She kept that the same..... Jefferson's fingers traced the name in the headstone.
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 12:47:01 GMT -5
Holly watched tenderly as he pulled the weeds from the gravestone. She remembered him now, Jefferson March the widower. There was something else but she didn’t think it was important so didn’t think too hard about it. The only decoration for her grace was a wilted rose. Bending down she pulled out a single white rose from her mother’s arrangement.
“I’m sure mother wouldn’t mind.” She said as she laid the flower on Alice’s grave.
“Hmm, I wonder if she would rather have the rose painted red.” She smiled at her little book reference.
“Then again I’m sure she might be tired of all the wonderland related stuff she would have had to put up with because of her namesake.” Holly shrugged and stood again.
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 17, 2012 13:26:32 GMT -5
Jefferson looked up as Holly removed the wilted rose from his wife's stone and replaced it with a white one from the arrangement she had brought with her. He was about to thank her for her thoughtfulness when her comment about 'painting the rose red' startled him. His eyes grew as he looked to her. Luckily, the combination of her looking down and the darkness hid his appearence from her. Relax! She doesn't remember..none of them do, remember? ...Relax.....deep breaths.... Holly's follow-up comment helpped in his relaxing. "She did get a lot of comments and I suppose getting my last name didn't help any..." he mused softly. "Thank you Miss Short....'Little Rose'...." he replied. "Her stone doesn't look quite so sad anymore....." He turned back to the stone. "I'm sorry, Alice...." he whispered, tracing her name once more. "If you were still here I....maybe none of this would have happened..." And even if it had...Grace, would still be with me...... A tear rolled down his cheek.
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Post by Thumbelina/Holly Short on May 17, 2012 13:51:29 GMT -5
Her soft smile faltered as she noticed his change of demeanour at her wonderland references. She was about to speak when he spoke as if to his wife. Holly glanced at the very quiet Jezabel and wondered what she thought about that was happening. Gingerly she stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.
“If you like we could arrange a regular flower placement for her. That way her grave will never look so lonely.” She glanced at her own mother’s grave and decided she would do it for her too.
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Post by Robin Hood/Jezabel Williams on May 17, 2012 14:21:00 GMT -5
Jezabel watched her two new acquaintances chat for awhile. The feeling that Jefferson wasn't himself, even if she had never known him before tonight, couldn't be shaken from her overly active mind. She crossed her arms listening intently while occasionally smile or laughing at their conversational jokes, but mostly she watched Jeffersons body language, it was apparent something was bothering him. Particularity when it came to his wife's grave...
"what did you say before about my story being like your daughters?"
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Post by "Mad" Hatter/Jefferson March on May 17, 2012 14:21:32 GMT -5
Jefferson looked to Holly then as she placed her hand on his shoulder. He couldn't help but look up and smile a genuine smile then. Little Rose.....Thumbelina..... Always so thoughtful...... "I.....I would like that Miss Short..." he replied. "How......how much would I owe you each monthly..... for this monthly delivery?" Jezebel then spoke up, startling Jefferson for a moment. He had forgotten she was with them. "I'm sorry Miss Jezebel. What I ment was....You ...your parents are strangers to you.....That is the same situation my Paige is in.....I fear she'll never know who here real parents are..." he looked back at the stone. "And were...."
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