Urban Cowgirl

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“What the hell?”

            I stand inside my new office with both hands on my hips, staring at the mess that has taken over my desk. There are roses covering every square inch of it and, more than that, they come in every color of the rainbow. Rose, pink, blue—you name it.

            I try to close the door behind me so that no one can see the spectacle, but the door gets stuck on a different flower arrangement, one that’s been pushed back against the wall. Not roses this time, but lilacs.

            “Seems like you have an admirer,” Karen says, popping out of nowhere and standing next to me. I jump in place as I hear her voice, my right hand shooting straight up to my heart.

            “God, you scared me,” I exhale sharply, my gaze going from Karen to the million flowers scattered around the office. “When did this happen?”

            “Just a few minutes ago, right before you walked into the building,” she tells me with a shrug. “It took four delivery guys to drag all these flowers up here.”


            “Any idea on who sent them?”

            “Yeah, I think I know who it was,” I sigh, remembering Peter’s face when I left him standing alone in what used to be our apartment. Noticing a small card hanging from a rose steam, I I pick it up.

            Ashley, it reads, I’m an asshole. I don’t deserve you, and we both know that. Thing is, my stupidity is going to cost me the woman I love, and I don’t know how to live with that. So here I am, begging you. Let’s talk. Love, Peter.

Oh, shit.

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