Story

In my head there's a girl picking up sunflowers in a flower shop. Their in a metal antique milk carton and she lifts them up to the counter because a man has come in and rested his daughter on the counter. Her legs in white tights hang over the counter. The woman working behind the counter places the sunflowers on the counter on a piece of crinkly clear cellophane turned to the side. She picks up each flower to separate it slightly from the rest. The sunflowers have wide, strong stems and heads curled under. She talks to the man's little girl. She thinks about her home. She has had an early miscarriage, and there are toys all over her floor that her husbands daughter uses when she comes to visit. She feels something inside her womb when she looks at the yellow leaves of the sunflowers. They have such a simple name. She picked her husgand because someone told her to pick what made her happiest and he reminded her the most of what she felt like when she dressed in the dark to run in a long skinny park that was behind her house.