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Sunflowers
Juan Pablo Madero
Gavin may have loved the farmer’s market more than he loved life
itself. The man knew that sunflowers were to blame for his affection.
Those mustard-colored petals always seemed to lift his mood up, relieve
the wrinkles around his eyes, and make the morning breeze sweeter.
Sunflowers were his break from a gray office life.
Still, Gavin always had to buy the flowers himself.
One day, the man looked up from reading his company’s stock
report on his phone to face the vendor and found that there were no
sunflowers left.
“That lady bought the last few,” the vendor pointed at a female
sitting on a nearby bench.
It wasn’t that this woman was wearing a Boston Red Sox baseball
cap in New York City that made Gavin’s face go red, it was what was
standing on the hat that produced such a scarlet color. There was a
parrot eating from a cluster of sunflowers, which Gavin could only
assume were the ones that the ven