To Be or Not To Be - AntonioxReader
I picked my way over the uneven ground, the sun high in the sky, casting shadows across the river beside me. The wind blew around me, causing my flower-printed dress to dance around. Next to me, Antonio gingerly grabbed flowers out of my basket, one after the other, twirling them between his fingers, then letting them go. He stared after them sadly as they left, but soon after went on to another one.
“What is your favourite flower, chica?”
“Hm?” I wasn't exactly paying attention; I was to caught up watching the waves kiss the shoreline.
Antonio's gentle hands grabbed mine, and ever so carefully placed a lilac between them, as he repeated his question, “What is your favourite flower, belleza?”
“Oh, um...” I thought for a second, carefully examining the flower. 1,2,3,4... 4 petals, all lightly fluttering in the wind. I brought it up to my face and giggled as it tickled my cheek. “I would have to say tulips.