I set the task for myself to write a story that was a happy one (and didn't have creepy tones). I am not very happy with this offering, I'm afraid. I had 2 others that were better but one ended in death and the other in heartbreak - both started with a flower! Funnily enough, apparently cheerful stories aren't my thing.
So again of the 100 words (title doesn't count).
Every morning he got up early so he could drop a red rose from the garden on her doorstep. He never told his friends as he knew they’d laugh. It gave him great pleasure knowing that when she left for work she’d find the flower and smile. He wonder if she knew it was from him. One day he’d tell her, though he knew they could never marry.
Miss Patrick watched as one of her new kinder pupils drop a flower near her door – she smiled and waited for him to be out of sight before she picked it up.
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