Things were back to normal now, which was nice. He was back home. All good. The cloying, sirupy heaviness in his chest Stede would, eventually, get used to again. Like an old friend.
Taking a deep breath, Stede opened up the garden doors. A nice walk in the morning sun, that would be the ticket! Stepping outside, he froze.
"Um," he asked the gardener, hesitantly.
"Yessir?"
"Flowers," Stede felt so light. Weightless. "There were so many."
The gardener shrugged. "Lady of the house got rid of them, sir. Attracted bees, she said."
"Ah. Yes." Sensible. Nodding, Stede hurried back inside.
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Poor Stede! I mean, he has a
Keneu
Poor Stede! I mean, he has a plant even on his ship! He needs flowers. This is cruel. Nice drabble.
But bees are friends!
Smrtijedka
But bees are friends!
Oh, the let down! Stede
Birute
Oh, the let down! Stede deserves some flowers and a nice walk.
"The cloying, sirupy heaviness in his chest Stede would, eventually, get used to again. Like an old friend." - Damn, this is such a good description of his mental state.