Florigance!

    

       So it's my first story in this blog! I wrote it almost a month ago, but, here it is. #Enjoy!

                                

                                  Florigance

    Ages ago, there was a huge, beautiful, but isolated city – Florigance. Flowers were the main content; there wasn't one road or yard without flowers. It was like a dream-city one would always love to travel to. It was too amazing to be real, but after all, it was.

         It didn't have a very high population and all that, because it was a distant place outsiders rarely ever got to see. Maybe that was the very reason it wasn’t exploited. Less people, less garbage, less pollution, less everything. People there seemed almost unreal, because in this world of evil, that seemed to be the only place with kind people. It was a sight to soothe sore eyes. It was too hard to believe there could be a place like that.

         But no one ever knows when everything can go upside down, and take a turnover. That place did take a turnover. Winter was pleasant every year. But as winter prevailed in 1816, it brought hell along.

        The beautiful flowers hung loose, the high peaks seemed to die, the frost covered everything in its cold blanket. The place almost died.

It was frozen.

       People were too scared to go out to even buy food, because the wind had something in it, which probably didn’t suit anyone of them.

 They could’ve gathered courage, but it was the contrary.

Even the shopkeepers left the town. The bad got worse.

All they were left with was Hope.

  If someone would ever gather a bit of courage, people would just discourage him.

   But in the end, hope never loses.

 Steve White, he stood; stood for the good.

All people would say to him was “You’re going to die someday!” or “I’ve never seen a fool like you!”

    People – they always have to say something to discourage oneself. But one does not always gets discouraged; yes, I’m referring to Steve.

     People were right in some way, like they say, ‘Never trouble trouble till trouble troubles you.’ But on the other hand, Florigance was on stake.

       He opened a shop, selling groceries. He did deliveries on his own, because no one would ever help him. It only made him stronger, his decision righter.

      From all the worst that could’ve ever happened, he ran out of money. People stopped buying from him. I still can’t figure out why. But yes, they did.

    Trouble had finally knocked. And in their culture, one doesn’t kick someone who’s on the doorstep. He had to face the worst now.

    He waited. Waited with the little bit of things he was left with. That’s when I first saw the city.

   If a door closes, its force opens four. So if the intensity of the trouble is big, it should only make you stronger.

   And a door really did open for Steve.

    He sat there, staring at a distance; at the fog coming out of nowhere. He saw a man appear just from somewhere between the fog. All in black. He rubbed his eyes to see if the man was coming his way. He stared in disbelief.

   The man in black, whose face couldn’t be seen because of the huge hat he wore, finally arrived the shop.

    Steve just couldn’t believe someone finally came.

   “Hey, are you new here? Never seen you before.”  Steve started to talk. The man looked calm, but replied in an irritated tone, “I want 20 loafs of bread.” He didn’t care enough to answer his question.

   Steve had never seen such a rude guy in Florigance ever before. He was probably new.

   “What? Did you say 20?” Steve asked for reassurance in his meek voice.

   “Didn’t you hear it?” The rude man replied.

   “I’m really sorry, sir. But I don’t have 20.” Steve began to panic, “I recently ran out of money –”

Steve was only explaining his situation when the man cut him and said, “Give me all you got.”

  Steve did what he was told.

 “You can keep this.” The man said, handing him an over-stuffed wallet.

“Sir? The bread only makes 2 dollars. Why all this?” Steve pretended to be concerned but he was now ecstatic wondering if he would let him keep the money.

  “Sometimes people deserve more than they think they do.” The man said while lifting his head up. His lips curved into a smile and he left without saying any other word.

    Steve was overwhelmed with emotion. A teardrop made its way out of his shiny, beautiful, green eyes and trickled down his cheek.

  All he could utter was, “Is it a dream?”

   I was wearing black that day, too. Was it me?