April Flowers

He waited at the bus stop for seven days. On Monday he held flowers in his hand. His suit was pressed and he wore a red and white striped tie. His smile covered his face from ear to ear. He waited for her from the morning to the night.

On Tuesday he waited again for her. In his hand he held six flowers instead of seven. His suit no longer was adorned with the same red and white tie. But his smile was still the same length as the day before. Again he waited for her. The only girl he would give his heart to. But once again she did not show.

On Wednesday he held five flowers in his hand, his jacket was more crumpled than before. His smile was smaller than the day before. He began to worry about her. She said she would come to the bus stop and meet him this week. She never said when or what day, but she said she would come. Jared just had to keep waiting, he knew she would show.

When Thursday rolled around, only four flowers remained in his hand. He no longer smiled from ear to ear, but rather grinned. It was the grin of a man who believed in something that was difficult to believe in. Today the bus driver asked him why he was always there, but never rode the bus.
“Oh I’m waiting for someone. “ He said. The bus driver looked at him in disbelief.
“Okay pal, whatever you say.” The bus driver replied.

Friday seemed to be one of the hardest days for him. It was only a matter of time before it was Sunday, the end of the week. He worried as to why she hadn’t shown yet. In his hand he held 3 flowers. One white, one yellow, and one red. Unbelievably they were still healthy and vibrant as they were on Monday. As the night sky became dotted with stars, Jared’s smile became more of a frown. He wanted to give up, but somewhere deep down in his heart he knew she would show.

Saturday came and went and Jared got rid of the yellow flower. He sighed all day waiting for her to show. Tomorrow was the last day and he almost believed he was wasting his time. “She’s never gonna show..Never.” He mumbled to himself.  He looked down at the two flowers left in his hands. He left the white one on the seat before finally leaving the bust stop and heading home.

April walked over to the bus stop. Her hair was curled and she wore a white summer dress at knee length. Her smile was wide and happy as she walked over, but quickly disappeared. Jared was not at the bus stop, but in his place was a lone white flower. April looked down at the flower, a tear forming in her eye. She tried to grab it, but her hand went right through it. Jared had forgotten that April died on a Sunday, which meant she could only appear on a Sunday. April tried one last time to grab the flower, reaching her pale translucent fingers around the stem. But again the flower stayed in place.
Today was her last Sunday on earth. She’s was going to spend the day with Jared and then tell him. But he wasn't there. Slowly as the sky became darker, April became less and less.

At midnight when the moon was high in the sky, Jared looked out of his window at the bus stop, just hoping that maybe she had shown. But all that remained was the white flower.
He looked at the red flower that sat in the vase on his desk before pulling the trigger of the gun.
Now the flower matched the walls.