The French Monologue

The day was bright, the sun rays bounced off the royal blue convex awning covering the little flower shop on 10th and 4th. It was a slow day as the Cashier lay her torso on the granite counter top, playing with the petals of a peony flower and staring into the glossy window. A small bell went off as the blue door creaked open.
“Hello! How may I help you!”
Claudia, the cashier, said as she stood up right. She walked around the counter to greet the customer. When she made it around all the flowers she saw a figure in a blank canvas like trench coat and ducky-yellow rain boots.
“Hi there, I am here to see your flowers! I am trying to decide wether or not the pink roses or the begonias would look better on me, what do you think?”
Claudia looked the

drifter up and down, the figure appeared to be a young girl. Claudia came to the conclusion the girl was her age. She moved towards the girl and picked up the roses.
“Here, I think these would be perfect on you. They compliment your rosy cheeks.”
Claudia chuckled to herself at the pun she made, she noticed the glistening in the not so strange strangers eyes.
“I am flattered, and that was a pretty good play on words.”
The girl finished her sentence as she took the roses from Claudia’s hands; she took them to her nose to sniff.
“These are perfect.”
The girl smiled at Claudia and put the roses in basket, she motioned that she was ready to check out. Claudia nodded and they both walked over. The girl put the 4 pink roses on the counter, ready to be rung up.
“I-I love your red hair!” Claudia stuttered to break the silence, she pulled her hair back behind her ear
“Oh thank you! Well, you really pull of the M. Munroe look.”
The two chuckled and blushed. Their eyes met in the most cliche way. They chuckled and both found themselves finding acquaintance with one another.
“My name is Claudia”
“Mine’s Clover, I know what you’re thinking. Red hair, name’s Clover, am I a leprechaun too?” Clover laughed as she said the last bit.
Claudia joined in and picked up one of the roses.
“Well my dear, this one’s on the house.” She winked and handed the flower to the blushing girl.

“Thank you.”
Clover sniffed the rose as she held it profoundly. Claudia content as she was bent down to get a bag for the roses, when she stood back up she grabbed to place the roses in the bag but noticed they were not there. She looked up and found herself in shock. The trench coat. The snow-white trench coat. It was no longer blank but instead had Pink Roses patterned all over, from the cuffs to the trim. Clover had put a 10 dollar bill on the counter and stood there smiling, waiting to be given the receipt.
“U-u-um” she shook her head “So- wait. What. What just happened? I demand an explanation!”
Claudia denying her eyes she came from around the counter and took the coat in hand. She searched all over trying to figure out what had just happened. Clover took her hands and kept her from freaking out too much.
“It’s magic. You see I’m a magician, although I could've said that the trench coat hadn't changed and see you go crazy but I like you too much.”
Clover laughed and pulled one pink rose out of her pocket, she gave it to Claudia.
“Now my dear, I will be on my way. I may come and stop back in again, just wait and

see.”
And like that she was gone, the fair skinned ginger goddess was gone. Claudia couldn't get a word out, nonetheless a good bye. She proper herself on the counter and tried to recollect what had just happened. After some minutes she realized that Clover was gone and she hadn't even gotten her number. The day continued on, a few customers here and there. Soon the shop was closed up and she went home.
Months went by, each season had its own tale to tell. Fall flowers were hard to come by and winter leaving frosted windows, made it harder to keep them alive. Then came spring where the flowers flourished and bloomed, it was really a sight to see.
Nearly a year and Claudia found herself having a little bit of hope every day that maybe, just maybe, Clover will return. In the meantime, she spent time taking care of her flowers and such, collecting stamps and putting together collages of her favorite flowers. They all seemed to be rare and found around the world.
“One day I am going to travel and collect all these flowers. One day.” She thought to herself.
Although these dreams sound achievable, with business slowing down it didn't seem like she would ever make it. She needed something new, something different.
“That’s it! I will travel along the coast and pick up flowers. An hour drive or two to pick up some flowers and get out of the shop.”
Claudia rushed to the second floor of the shop where her home was. She had packed a lunch for on the go, closed up the shop, and locked the door, dropping her keys. Picking them up she noticed a huge shadow on the pavement. Turning herself to see what was casting such a thing to her surprise she saw an abundance of rare flowers, such like the ones in her collages. They were all neatly in vases on the side of a truck, with more in the back. Claudia walked around the moving truck, trying to find who the owner is.
“Excuse me! Ma’am, are you Claudia Bloom?”
She turned to see a young man in a blue delivery suit, much like the color of her awning.
“Uh, yes! Why do you ask?”
“I have a delivery for you, can you please sign here.”
Claudia nodded and signed the paper.
“Thank you, here are your flowers. I can help you bring them in if you like?”
“Yes yes, that would be a huge help.”
The man started to grab vases while she unlocked the door, proving it open she went back out to help unload the flowers into the shop. Ecstatic about the new shipment she went and grabbed her flower book to categorize them.
“I wonder who sent these, they are all the ones I’ve been dreaming of collecting.”
Claudia said, talking to herself out loud. She looked at the receipt hoping a name would pop up but nothing. After a moment of silence, a bell rang. Getting up immediately and walking towards the front, Claudia called out
“Oh sorry, we are closed now! You can come back later or place an ord-“
She was cut off at the sight of her friend.
“Well I see you got my flowers.”
Clover smiled and held a bouquet of Claudia’s rarest most desired flowers. Claudia stood there with gloves in her hand and a smile on her face.
“I guess I did.”