A Flower Story

My interest in the symbolism of flowers was sparked previously, and I wrote a story Bare Dealings. It is a weird episode involving romance and a naked thief (note that the romance was not with the naked thief).  The floral references, despite Bare Dealings being set contemporarily, are to the Victorian era symbolism of flowers. In my story, it is intended to provide implication about the difference in the characters of Eitan and Bryant. Despite her experiences, Piper, the protagonist is still optimistic about finding truth and faithfulness in her beloved. After all, flowers bloom the best in Spring, symbolising new life. I have edited this story and presented it this week for those who would like to see how I used the language of flowers. Perhaps in later drafts, I will not bother stating the meanings. However, it is part of the characterisation of Piper and so I guess it will remain.

Below are images of the flowers that are mentioned in Bare Dealings. With some imagination, you could imagine them in pleasant bouquets, but they are a different fashion from the usual roses, carnations, liliums, gerberas, and tulips(despite the possibility of tiptoeing through them?) so popular in contemporary floral arrangements.



Bare Dealings


Piper Franzman glanced across her driveway. And sighed.

There goes that sweet hunk of man. How can I organise a meeting with him?

It was too bad she did not have all day to plan the perfect outfit and the best strategy for a meeting with her new neighbour.

Piper Franzman sighed again, as she combed her auburn hair and straightened her navy blazer.  After nine months of casual awareness and three months of observation, she had decided that he was respectably employed, mostly from home, and was single. He went jogging every morning at eight, drove an expensive car and took many phone calls. Some days he went out in a very smart suit, carrying a briefcase; Friday nights he would leave around 7.00 pm and get home late, but alone (she hadn’t seen anyone with him yet).  Almost every Saturday morning two or three guys turned up and he met them in sporting gear with a squash racket.

Whoo, did he look good in those tight t-shirts too!

She hoped her efforts at the gym were improving her appearance. She had lost twelve kilos and rewarded herself with some new outfits. Piper was grateful for the female staff from the school where she taught for encouraging her, but all this effort wasn’t helping her love life as well as her health. It was a long time since she had desired an introduction to an interesting, attractive and eligible male.

I want to tick the three boxes, and avoid meeting any more mummy-boy cast offs vetted by my mother!

She wondered if her interest in her neighbour smacked of desperation. Her intense observation of him, which she hoped had gone unnoticed, could be considered stalking if she took it any further. She had started collecting her mail about five in the afternoon so that they met at the mailbox. They had exchanged smiles and waves. She was pleased to see that his was a grin hinting of boyishness, a sense of humour. He had wide eyes with thick lashes around them, and he had looked directly at her when he waved. Of course, she had not been close enough to see the colour of his eyes.

Time to get back to the real world and stop acting like a schoolgirl with a crush!

On her way to work, she noticed  a sign outside the newsagent: Police chief  warns singles about local nudist thief..  She knew that the newspaper would be available in the staff room on her break, and that she could catch up on that particular news.

Thank God, I’m not on yard duty today!

The nudist thief was the topic of discussion in the staff room during the morning recess. Francine Newton the fourth year teacher addressed Piper,”Sweetheart, apparently you’d better look out for this guy, being single and all.”

“Why? What does the paper say——”

” The paper quotes the local police chief who says that this guy’s modus operandi is to enter the premises of singles who appear to be well-to-do and live alone, apparently his methods of entry are quite professional, and he picks random times of the day or night. If he hears someone enter the premises, he then strips naked and escapes even if confronted. Listen to this: “This strategy appears to have distracted his victims, and to date we have no  specific physical description of this thief who has robbed thirty premises in the area over the last nine months, and escaped with an estimated 60,000 dollars worth of cash and jewelry. We are alerting locals in the hope that someone will have the presence of mind to get a description of the man and assist us with our inquiries. Apparently, he has an excellent physique and is’ well-endowed’.  This thief’s ability to disarm alarm systems, and sell stolen jewelry, create genuine concern that he will continue to commit these thefts. Any sightings of naked men acting suspiciously should be reported.”

Samantha Pope nearly spat out her coffee before quipping, “I’ve got a man acting suspiciously at my place. Maybe I could turn him in.”

Jane Nelson smiled before saying, “I’ve got one of them too but I’ve known him for twenty years and his physique isn’t quite excellent.”

There was general laughter before the bell, and the crash of coffee cups into the sudsy sink. The door slammed in Piper’s face as she lingered a minute.

She thought, I am the only single woman in this school.

She yanked the door open and headed back to the class of Prep A.

Five pm that evening Piper was at her mailbox. Her attractive neighbour was not there. She weeded the front garden bed and swept the step. She went inside to get some shears before beginning to work on the front hedge. It was then that she noticed that sweet hunk of a man coming right towards her.

I really need to find out his name.

He was walking toward her from her left,  and she popped up from behind  the hedge, “Hi.”

A muttered expletive, accompanied by a thud, preceded the hunk’s disappearance from sight.

Oh no, she thought as she raced around the hedge and approached him slowly.  He sat up on the nature strip.

“…You frightened me, and then I tripped on the edge of the footpath.” He looked her up and down before he gave a half smile and said,” I hope you’re not going to kill me now.”

“What?” Piper gasped before she realised she was waving the shears toward him and began to laugh.

The boyish grin appeared and they both continued to laugh. They went quiet at the same time, and he began to stand up.

Before she could lose her nerve Piper quickly said, “I’m Piper. What’s your name?”

As he reached his full height, he stretched out his hand, “Eitan Frame,How do you do?”

She clasped his warm, lightly tanned hand in both of hers and gazed into his eyes.

He looked down at his hand and said, “Sorry about the mess.”


“Really your hands can’t be any worse than mine. I’ve been weeding and I did frighten you.”

“Weeding with shears? If I was a weed  I’d know I was doomed.”

He laughed.

She smiled and said,” Didn’t you put a dint in my lawn? The weeds need to fear you.”

He looked at her. The loud buzz of his phone made him go still.”I’m sorry. This is an important call.”

He jogged to his porch and began to speak into his mobile phone; she could hear him talking but could not make out the words.

Go inside, you snoop.

Inside she sat down at the kitchen table and gazed out onto the back courtyard. Her cockatiel Mindy wolf whistled at her . She got up, removed the feed box from the bird’s cage, and filled it with seed.As she flicked on the kettle to make a cup of tea, she pronounced his name. Ay-tan. I’ll call him Eitan Jewel-eyes. What gorgeous dark jade eyes, with bronze flecked irises, hmm … and I sound like ah. I have a crush.

She shrugged her shoulders. After a quick cup of tea and some nuts, she headed out to the gym. When she returned she found a business card tucked into her screen door: Eitan Frame; Jewelry Designer and Valuer, on the back in slanting capitals : ” Let’s meet in style next time. You owe me, so call me.” She smiled. He did have a sense of humour.

It was Saturday afternoon and Piper had changed three times, Finally she settled on a royal blue cotton knit and stone-colored jeans. Platform peep-toe heels and diamond shaped blue glass earrings were her only accessories.  A little makeup and her fingers fluffed her soft ringlets.

Mandy did do a great job on my hair.

She had not been able to resist booking a hair appointment after Eitan had responded to her invitation. She had waited two days to send him an SMS, trying to appear casual. Even though it had been three years since her break up with Bryant, she wanted to take it slowly for the sake of her mending heart.  During the last six months, the memory of Bryant’s kisses, and his hard words had disappeared into a kind of fog. Sometimes she heard him in her dreams but the words were whispers.

She and Eitan were literally meeting at Cafe In Style: Mandy’s sister’s coffee house next door to where the hairdresser plied her trade. The sisters were inseparable and had put their respective talents to use in business premises that were side by side, on the riverside business strip. It was a lovely afternoon and Eitan had laughed at her play on the words: in style. She tried to quash her rising expectations.

Eitan had a sweet tooth. Although he had eaten lunch, he ordered two desserts and insisted she taste them. He picked a table on the far end of the patio near the river. The sticky date was moist and the lemon meringue had sweet pastry to balance its’ tangy filling. The breeze from the river was fresh, but not chilling. Eitan leaned toward her, as she blathered on distracted his marvellous eyes.

After a while, he got the chance to talk about his move to Wilhelm.

“I’ve lived n Wilhelm for fourteen months now and I feel it has everything I want,” he said. “It has the river environs, vibrant business and tourist trade, and it’s not so big that the real estate is priced over the moon.”

” I’ve lived in Wilhelm all my life and I guess familiarity should breed contempt but it hasn’t. I’ve visited other places but I always come back. ”

“Ah, a hometown girl,” he sighed, and smiled.

“What do you mean—a hometown girl?”

” It’s an expression where I come from for a girl whose warm-hearted and loyal——”

She half-whispered the words,”And naive, perhaps?”

She blushed as he noticed her irritation, and leaned away.

Why am I so defensive still?  Damn Bryant.

Overly loudly he spoke,” So, what’s your favourite thing about Wilhelm?”

The awkwardness lingered until he dropped her home an hour later.

After she got home, she took Mindy’s cage out into the sunny courtyard. She heard Eitan’s screen door slam and the sound of his running shoes fading into the distance. The distant sound of a lawn mower, and a ball slamming against a wall filled the space left by his absence.

His gorgeous eyes say he’s sincere but can I  trust him?

Days went by and the other teachers noticed her silence.On Friday at lunchtime, Francine approached her just before the bell.

“Are you ok? Madeleine says you’ve been ‘off the air’ a bit this week. She said the preppies are more restless.”

Piper appreciated the observant sensitivity of her assistant most of the time.  Now she inwardly resented it.

“No, no, honestly I’m OK.”

” Well, I suggest you give the job your full attention. You make a rod for your own back if you allow a prep class to get restless. Don’t let distractions undo all your great work.”

She patted Piper’s arm. Piper smiled at her.

Francine always means well.

On Saturday morning there was a knock at the door. She was surprised to see a middle-aged man holding a large flower arrangement in front of him.

“Ms Piper Franzman?”

“Yes, that’s me”

“Sign here, please”

Piper stood in the open screen door holding the flowers. She didn’t need to read the card. She knew he’d sent them.

Why now?

She stared at the bouquet of purple Hyacinth and white and pink Broom. It was unusual and Piper imagined the florist would have been surprised at the request to make a large bouquet of these particular flowers. Her first reaction was to throw the lot, heads down, into the garbage bin but she had loved him, how she had adored Bryant: the companion of her childhood; the friend of her worst years; her precious lover.  It had made the hurt all the more devastating.

He of all people should have understood her decision to leave University, and come home to nurse her dying father. Anybody would have expected Bryant’s loyalty, especially if they knew the former couple’s shared history. Now he was back, sending her a message in a language most people did not use in the 21st century. She had thrown away many of his presents but not her hardback copy of The Victorian Language of Flowers: his present at the end of their first year of University. It had been delivered to their bedsitter, along with a bunch of coral-coloured honeysuckle. It was huge, and he had been saying, in Victorian flower language: I love you. She remembered how joyful she had been at his thoughtfulness which honoured her love of Victorian literature, which he believed she should teach. His love was expressed in a language that most of their friends did not understand. It was a declaration that spoke so much more poignantly through symbolism. Now the message he was sending her today became clear.

 Broom meant humility, Purple hyacinth: I am sorry, please forgive me.

She picked up the phone and dialed.

“Hi Mum. How are you?”

” I’m well dear. I was just about to call and invite you to dinner.”

“Are other people coming to dinner too?”


“You wouldn’t have happened to invite Bryant?”

“Well, yes dear. It was the strangest thing. I was out to lunch on Thursday with Cynthia. You know Cynthia? Anyway, we were sitting in Cafe In Style and in walks Bryant. Well he was most chatty, said he wanted to catch up. I thought you wouldn’t mind.”

Thought I wouldn’t mind. How clueless! Dad always did understand me better, she thought.

“What time?”

“The usual. 7.30 for 8, dear.”

“See you then, Mum.”

Well, she thought, I’m going to look my best and take Bryant a message.

Piper rang Mandy for makeup suggestions. She visited the shops in time to get new makeup products, and a special top that matched her best skirt. She was dressed and made up when the doorbell rang. She had been so preoccupied, she had not glanced at the clock. Now she noticed she was half an hour ahead. She took one more satisfied look at her appearance. The blue chiffon and jersey outfit complimented her eyes, and accentuated her waist. Mandy had helped her choose the perfect shade of lipstick and for once, her hair had not frizzed.

When she opened the door, Eitan stood on the doorstep with a bouquet of Gladioli.

Gladioli, she thought, they mean, generosity and I’m sincere.

“Hi,” he said.”I hope you like these. I’ve just been to visit my mum and she’s a keen gardener, used to have a florist shop .”

“And you always bring home bunches of Gladioli?”

“Glad you know what they are. I do bring them home often enough, I can buy them wholesale, and the guys at work like them for their wives. Most of them are married. They have wives most of them…”

He trailed off, looking embarrassed, a half smile on his face.

She changed the subject, “Where does your mother live?”

“Allenstown. It’s about four hours away by car.”

” Yes, I know it. I attended University there for a few years–”

She twisted her hands together.

” You’re all dressed up. You look great. Going on a date?”

” I wish,” she gave him a smile.

“Obligatory dinner party at my mother’s, and I’m delivering some flowers too. Excuse me while I just grab them. Won’t be long.”

She went to fetch a bunch of striped Carnations and a Hydrangea that she had left in water in the laundry. She carried them back out into the front foyer and saw Eitan inspecting the photo collection, which hung next to the living room door. He seemed startled when she appeared beside him.

When he saw the potted hydrangea and large bunch of carnations, he said, “I’ll carry those for you.”

He reached for the Hydrangea first and the pot tilted, moist dirt hit his shirt and dropped down onto his shoes; the pot began to fall. They both bent and grabbed at the pot together. Piper was a split second slower, and her forehead connected with his cheekbone.


He had managed to slow the pot’s fall, but now he completely lost his grip on it. It hit the floor and rolled against the wall.

Piper gasped out, “I’m sorry.”

Still clutching the carnations in her left hand, she reached up with her right to his reddened cheek. His hand came up over hers, and they stood for seconds gazing at each other.

Piper broke the silence, “I hope it doesn’t bruise.”

” I think I’ll be ok. Some ice would help though.”

She nodded. “I’ll grab some while you take a seat in the living room. It’s just behind you.”

“O.K, I’ll just grab the hydrangea. It looks O.K”

When Piper came back with the ice pack, he sat on the couch with his head leaning back on the cushion top. His button up shirt stretched across his chest. She sat a bit closer than arm’s length, and asked him if she could apply the pack.

His mouth went up at the corners as he said,” If you promise not to hit me.”

“I won’t hit you,” Piper replied,” and I can see exactly where it’s red. You may have a bruise just under your eye.”

He turned towards her and gazed into her eyes. He lifted her wrist and she applied the ice pack gently. Their heads were level as he slouched down. They sat without speaking for a  few minutes.

He said,” Your eyes are the colour of Sapphires.”

She giggled.

He spoke again,” Did I say that out loud?”

She nodded. The phone rang.

“Oh, no, that will be my mother. She hates tardiness.”

Eitan carried the Carnations and Hydrangea to the car for her. He dripped a little dirty water on what looked like expensive pants.

“I’m sorry I didn’t wrap them better, Eitan.”

It was the first time she had said his name and it felt good.

He grinned.” You said my name right. Most people call me atten.”

“I guess that means I’m no longer a real drip.”

He was still smiling as she pulled out of the driveway.

The guy sure does love my dad’s kind of jokes, she thought.

Her mother greeted her with, “You’re late but you do look lovely. Are we looking forward to seeing a certain young man?”

She could not help it; she rolled her eyes. She wanted to swat her mother like a bug. Her mother looked wounded.

” What happens to your students, Piper Franzman when they make faces like that?”

“Not much these days, Mum.”

The doorbell interrupted them.

“You check the table settings, while I get that.”

Her mother was very predictable during dinner. She asked Bryant questions and made many remarks that enabled him to make the most of his success as a chemical engineer, as a loving son and, as a fine upstanding citizen. Piper reached an almost teenage level of angst.

Make that a red haired teenager, she seethed as she took a pull of her red wine.

The heartless pair prattled on. The time between courses dragged and it was already nearing midnight. Piper made a point of highlighting the success of their other dinner guest, Mr Whitlow in the recent seniors’ tennis tournament.

“It was a wonderful coup, Stanley, Regional over 60, A Grade Champ. I was very glad when I read about it in the Chronicle.”

” I was very pleased myself, Piper. It’s been my aim for the last three years.”

He continued and told a few stories about Piper’s late father, who had also been a local tennis champion. It was bittersweet. Mum talked so seldom about Dad these days.

After coffee, Bryant started making signals: little gestures that used to make her heart race; he wanted to be alone. Tired and fed up Piper stood to go. Bryant offered to walk her to the car and she nodded.

As soon as they were in the dark, by the car, he laid a hand upon her arm. She looked up at him. He looked back, confident of admiration.

He is tall, great bone structure, large dark eyes, has an excellent physique, intellectually he’s bright, and  even well – endowed.

Piper listed the attributes that had made her the envy of half the girls of Allenstown University.

Nevertheless, you turned out to be a heartless insincere thug.

She oppressed as she remembered how he had tried to make her choose between him and her Father.

Daddy was so ill and still you were all jealous possessiveness.

Her thoughts stirred anger. He was stepping forward to embrace her when she turned and reached past him into the back seat of the car. As she threw the door open, the handle hit Bryant hard just below the waist. He grunted, and bent forward in pain.

Piper stared at him. ” I really didn’t mean that Bryant but I do mean this.”

She handed him the striped Carnations and the Hydrangea.

It really was the perfect message, Piper thought.

Striped Carnations meant: No, Refusal, Sorry I can’t be with you, and Hydrangea: Thank-you for understanding, and also, heartlessness. I’m sure he’ll work it out.

“Actually when you’re finished with the Hydrangea you can give it to my mother, ” she said.

As she pulled away, she turfed the copy of The Victorian Language of Flowers onto the driveway. Her headlights illuminated Bryant as he bent to pick it up.

Her unit back door was poorly lit but the full moon was risen, so Piper went to the rear door anyway.  She had been restless, as she thought about Bryant so looking for something to do she had stopped at the 24 hour supermarket. There seemed no point in  trying to sleep.She arranged her two bags of groceries in one hand, so she could hold her key. As she inserted the key into the lock, Mindy the Cockatiel, screamed then hissed.

Why was Mindy feeling threatened?

 She left the groceries on the step as she went in to investigate. She approached Mindy’s cage and crooned to her pet but the bird continued to hiss. The hairs on her neck began to rise. She saw a figure out of the corner of her eye and reached for a heavy ceramic bowl that sat on the table. Still grasping her keys in her other hand she turned. The outline of a tall naked man showed in the moonlight from the sitting room window. He moved toward her. She threw the bowl. She charged him, keys pointing out between her fingers. The loudness of her scream startled them both. He began to run back through the living room and out into the hall. She chased him as he retreated down the hall, entered the kitchen and ran through the rear door. She flicked on the light as he leapt across the step, caught his right foot in the grocery bags, and crashed to the ground.  He moaned. His was motionless, under the courtyard clothesline.

Hell, that looks like Bryant. I am so angry.

She could hear her breathing. She approached cautiously, keys at the ready.

It ‘s not Bryant, no heart -shaped birthmark on the butt.  Man’s hair is dark brown not jet black, excellent physique. The nudist thief. Wow, the nudist thief.

She took three deep breaths.

Lock the back door so he can’t escape through the house if he wakes up. 

She glanced around.

Hey are those his clothes by the fence.

She inspected the clothing.

One pair of Overalls: blue, she thought. To a passerby he would look like a gas repairman. That would work in the daytime but the nighttime? Hmm.

She ran towards her car and grabbed her phone. Get Etian. 

Call police.

As she walked she dialed 000.

“I have a naked intruder in my backyard.”

She gave her name.

“Are you being threatened, Piper?”

“No, actually he’s unconscious, he was in my house and I chased him. He fell over the step and hit his head. I think he’s someone who is wanted by the police.”

“We’ll send police and ambulance straight away.”

She pressed the button to end the call,as she pounded on Eitan’s door with the other hand.

After a minute, she heard.”Hey,I’m coming,I’m coming. It’s two o’clock in the morning. Is that you, Bro?”

“No, it’s Piper.”

“Piper?   What’s wrong? ”

She shouted, “I caught the nudist thief!”

Two more houses lit up in the street.

The concussed man was half-dressed in his overalls by the time Piper and Etian arrived back in her courtyard. He was in no state to fight off Etian and two other neighbours, who placed him under citizen’s arrest.

Etian caught her eye, and winking, said,” At least it wasn’t me you hit this time.”

When the police arrived they sat the guy up and noted  the egg-like swelling on his forehead.  The ambulance arrived two minutes later and took the thief  to hospital. The police asked Piper a few questions, and took down her details, said they would be in touch, and left. Etian had explained who he was and that he was  glad the thief had been caught.  Etian was quiet and kept staring at the man. After the police had gone,  Piper asked him if he had recognised the man .

“Yes, he works at the same firm I work at, just casual though.”

Piper shook her head.

“I’ll talk to the police about that on Monday.”

Instead of going straight home he came back to the courtyard and helped her clean up the mess of broken eggs , salad leaves and  milk. He came inside for hot chocolate and when he’d finished he reached across the table and took her hand.

“You did really well, Piper”

“Thanks, Etian, I owe you.”

“I like to think so,” he said looking smug. “But I’ll consider it payment if you let me cook you breakfast.”

“Just what are you proposing, Atten,” she said, butchering his name. But her heart was pounding.

“No, no”, he said holding up his hands, “get some sleep and head over to my house about nine.”

At ten o’clock that morning, Piper sat at Eitan’s table enjoying fresh croissants, scrambled eggs and espresso coffee. Finally, she pushed back her plate.

“That was delicious.”

“No kidding,” he raised his eyebrows; “I’ve never seen a woman eat so appreciatively.”

She snickered, and then looked down fidgeting with a fork. She saw his face go still.

” I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“No, no, there’s just something I need to ask you.”

“Well, ask away,” he said as he cleared the plates. She went and stood by him at the sink. He looked at her and waited.

“When you were at my house earlier this morning, and I asked you what you were proposing about breakfast… did you mean “no, no” as in “I’ll only ever think of you as a friend.” She blushed as she continued,” or were you… What did you mean?”

She forced herself to look at him.

He smiled a gentle, slow smile. Her thoughts seemed audible in the silence.

Is he going to let me down gently? I’ m out on a limb here. Help.

“No, I didn’t mean I could ‘only ever think of you as a friend’. My feelings are more like; you’re too special to be casual about.”

He reached for her hands as she gazed into his eyes. He lifted her hands to his mouth and gently kissed each finger.

She breathed out and in slowly, and unwittingly made her thoughts audible.

“You have the most gorgeous eyes.”

He laughed.

“Yours are better than sapphires.”

The End

© 2015 Danielle O’Donnell

Attributions  for the flower images

Carnation image :By Henderson, Peter & Co.; Stumpp & Walter Co. (New York, N.Y.) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0) or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Gladioli:By 3268zauber – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7262031

Honeysuckle (Coral):By Walter Siegmund (Own work) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or CC BY 2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Hyacinth:By Katia from Porto Alegre, Brazil (Flickr) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Hydrangea:By KENPEI (KENPEI’s photo) [GFDL (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/fdl.html), CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/) or CC BY-SA 2.1 jp (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.1/jp/deed.en)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Pink Broom attribution :By Pratt, Anne; Step, Edward [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0) or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons





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