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The Florist #3

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She stopped when she saw the shadow. Her gut tightened. Detective McCann had told her, Never take the same way twice. She considered turning back. He knows your routine; to avoid him, avoid routine. She had, mostly.

“I am not afraid!” Her words echoed. Footsteps echoed with them.

The cards said, BE MINE. One a week for a year, each with a pressed flower, no matter where she slept.

She turned quickly and crashed into a man. “Watch it,” he said, and walked on. She breathed relief, slowed, turned a corner, and crashed into another man.

He said, "be mine."

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    Christopher almost 4 years ago

    This is such an intriguing series, Melanie.

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    Drew Martyn almost 4 years ago

    Ooof! Actual shivers down my spine then. Brilliantly built up and portrayed.

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    D.M. almost 4 years ago

    GREAT ending here!

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    Neville Hunt almost 4 years ago

    Wow, what a scary ending! More please!

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    Melanie almost 4 years ago

    I'm am just so thrilled at the reception this story is getting. Thank you all, thank you very much.

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