Rosemary Bluebell by Hadi Atallah

Author:Hadi Atallah [Atallah, Hadi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781771834117
Publisher: Guernica Editions
Published: 2019-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

As she called out their names, a multitude of flowers erupted in every part of the ravine. Even though it was pitch black, the view of the monochromatic flowers helped Rosemary’s commitment soar to even higher levels. Her strands shed a weak glow, as she wiped the imaginary sweat from her forehead and scampered back to her room in the villa.

In the advancing afternoon of the very next day, the light relaxed and softened. Rosemary heard Gaillardia’s old dog giving loud, joyous woofs in the front yard. She went outside and watched Gaillardia nodding to her young companions who stood under a tree. Her activist face became visible, inspecting a hive of considerable size, while countless bees flew back and forth on sprightly wings.

“Do you want to know the reason behind this?” Rosemary asked, winning over everyone’s attention. Rosemary was about to weave her magic on Gaillardia. Everyone resumed their silence, while Gaillardia allowed herself a little smile and nodded. Rosemary lead everyone to the ravine where the air was dry, and to their great surprise, the ravine was overpowered with the excessive smell of flowers in bloom. Gaillardia moved slowly and steadily, removing her glove from one hand.

“What did this?” she asked, as her eyes made their way over Rosemary’s features like a snake eyeing its prey.

“Let’s just say it was all part of nature,” Rosemary replied. “Feelings rise by conflicting laws when watching these waves of flowers, don’t you agree, love?”

“Oh, my my,” Gaillardia said, pressing her lips. “Isn’t this one of the finest creations too? You represent girls with commitment and independence, girls who bring good tidings.”

***

Later that evening, back in the room with dark wood paneling, everyone sat ramrod straight on the leather couches and witnessed Rosemary receive her promised reward. No one could come up with any questions for her. She knew that The Solar Relationship always wanted to express the kind of suitable, lively fusion of assistance and violence that was so needed for the cultures of the impoverished beekeepers of Butterwort.

Rosemary’s method was an answer to everyone’s prayers, and that was unalterable. Rosemary handled herself courteously during the ritual before she flaunted her new robe and guitar in front of everyone. Gaillardia then invited her to rest up on the front porch. Rosemary seated herself on a rocking chair next to Gaillardia. She adjusted her robe and delightfully strummed her guitar. She felt like she was in the right place to ask a question, to break the silence between her and Gaillardia.

“What do you know about the Love-Feel connection, Miss Marigold?” Rosemary asked.

“The Love-Feel connection? I know a thing or two about love.”

“I would love to hear what you have to say.”

“You would love to hear what I have to say? Oh honey. Well, thinking coldly is smart, but sometimes you have to keep your heart open because you’ll subsequently learn that it knows. This is where love resides; it kisses and caresses where the pain is eventually felt. Love is proactive.”

“Then I have to get myself rehearsed before the big fall.

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