Little Flower Girl Tatjana Stevanović 2025

With a sleepy dreamy glance, she overflew just arrived huge magic fresh flower bouquets, carelessly signed the receipt and passed it to the Boy missing his sight. Glittering smile flourished her insufficiently expressive pale face while she was keeping her eye on flower handfuls lazy occupying heavy metal vases.

The Boy was silently arranging the bouquets following her unchangeable desire to place them gradually from the brightest calm snow areas along the tasty fruity joyful ones up to the light & dark red hot fire zones. He knew doubtlessly that she adored single colored various flowers bouquets overrunning, fulfilling & merging into a unique fantastic newborn blossom child.

Almost hidden under enormous flower bouquetsthe Boy was quietly seeking her faraway glance, waiting patiently at its crossroads, chasing it in fast forwards, calling it from absence, attracting it from awake dreaming. Each day he was waiting the little Flower Girl to pause for a moment, wake up and see him clearly.

The Boy entered the store with the last flavored armful and sighed deeply. Until tomorrow.

Still in her thoughts she has already been blinking at flowers reading the first order to recall another daily present with which a Student of Architecture would try to amaze his girlfriend. Compassionately she fully agreed with his yellow green combination, from the banana shade up to the lemon one, completed with the lightest green greenery. Not resisting the feeling guiding her translucent white little hand through the brightest flower area, she collected a perfect bouquet for the willful unconquerable Student’s sweetheart, attached the note he had personally penciled and sailed to another order.

Royal bouquet of bloody spotted bright yellow roses matched with even more intensive yellow lilies that a slightly weird Bachelor designed for a young widow he was visiting each Friday evening, surprising the young woman each time with another temper. This evening he planned to ring on her door overtired of long disquiet and jealousy torture, determined to spill out all his passion and need for her reassurance before her. The little Flower Girl raised her eyebrows silently protesting on such men’s games and smoothly gathered all bright yellow flowers into a powerful piercing scream.

The third delicate apricot orange painted bouquet framed with tiny dark green leaves, she modeled for a middle age lady who, after a long marriage and having grown up children, met again the love of her youth, a Widower, and with the new warm understanding embraced the man whom she had arrogantly missed long time ago. Thrilled and overjoyed he thanked her daily with, just for her, specially tailored grace.

Workday of the little Flower Girl was withering while she was reading the next day orders recording them deeply into her inner thoughts to mature with her while she was walking to her small too modest place, preparing herself a simple light dinner and enjoying undisturbed endless possibilities offered by freedom and privacy. She would carry the bouquets inside her until they get completely shaped & livened up, prepared to be easily delivered.

Next morning, she was keeping her satisfied eye on newly arrived colorful handfuls while the Boy was patiently and skilfully arranging the flowers following her long time ago established order, inspired with hope and calmed with time infinity, waiting and attracting her glance from Space wandering, fully convinced that one day she would pause for a moment, wake up and see him clearly.