A huge rose garden decorated house from all sides. Spicy flower aromas drove crazy every guest who visited Lady D.
Woman sat herself down on the swing , enjoying a book. Her specialty - blueberry pie-was baking in the oven. It’s scent mixed up with mint aromas. It seemed that paradise smells exactly like this.
She always knew when he was going to visit her. On that day, early in the morning, she prepared fresh dough and created new different fillings for her mouthwatering pies. She didn’t like cooking soups or potato. No. It was too common for her. But dough, oh, lady D. liked dough very much. Especially watching it’s magical transformation with the help of her skillful hands.
It’s funny. Some years ago the only person who made pies was her grandma. Now she is baking it on her own. And she is not grandma at all.
He never knew when he was going to visit her. Some time passed by - he urgently needed her. And he always called her while being on the way. And lady D. always answered that she knew: he had almost reached her. She could feel it.
He had nothing and no one, except his past life with two marriages, one son, removal to another town and bunch of vague memories and unfulfilled dreams.
They met each other in a very banal way. At the random party. He was invited by his friend, she was brought by her sister. They both didn’t want to go. That is why they felt like strangers at this “celebration of life”. And then he invited her to dance and bought her a goddamn rose after. And drove her home.
And that’s how everything figured out. He got scared. Why does he have to tear his heart again?
But every time, he felt this unbearable inside emptiness, he got in his car and drove. Drove to the one, whose hair smelled like daisies, whose skin was impregnated with blueberry pie scent, whose ears would hear his soft “hello”…
Sometimes he found himself thinking of moving to her. Once he even told her about this. Her eyes flashed, but instantly died: it’s up to you, as you wish, as you like…
Every “goodbye” was like a knife cut. He was almost near exit, but stopped, looked back. Returned to kiss. And tried to leave again. But returned.
He was sorry to find lady D. so late. But was happy, that he had found her.
Lady D. poured odorous fruit tea into his favorite cup, cut the pie and sat down in front of him. Nothing special. He has already witnessed real passion and sweet fever nights. Now he wished this tranquil and harmonious love, that smelled like mint and blueberry pie. Or apple one. Or pear one. He needed these talks until the morning, her soft hip curves and warm smile.
He could not wait until the weekends. Called her, as usual, while driving. Turned off his phone, added some volume control and didn’t feel the hit.
Lady D. would never know that he was driving to her to stay forever.
He would never know that daughter inherited his piercing green eyes.
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