Bae

Bae

On the Eve of a beautiful Day, I was walking passed a Flower Shop along the way–thinking about the significance of my significant other. In the midst of my stroll–someone disrupted the intrinsic thoughts of my Bae with the sound of a hiss, followed by a whistle, then a few snaps–in an obnoxious attempt to get my undivided attention. Reluctantly I stopped to acknowledge and identify whom it was that hissed at me in the store, low and behold, to my surprise it was an impertinent Bouquet of Flowers: with one in particular that wished to have a few combative words with me, simply for attempting to pass it by and not being impelled to pay it any of my attentiveness.

“Not even a glance” it said…

I sighed in disbelief, am I hallucinating, I proceeded to take a long stride towards my car, then with an attitude and more assertion it said,

“Am I not the most beautiful Creation you’ve ever seen on Earth, how dare you not acknowledge me, were you really going to just pass me by without any reverence–are you blind or something!??”

With much of my astonishment and discontentment of the Bouquet of Flowers; although it was beautiful, I totally disagreed and boldly said No! You are NOT! It yelled with a screeching voice…

“LIES, I’m appalled! I’m pretty sure you have not seen anything or anyone as beautiful as me, stop your non-sense you fibber!”

I closed mine eyes to gather a full imagery of my Bae; smiled and replied, YES, Yes I have actually! After going back and forth trading vigorous stares: it said…

“There is no such other and that’s FINAL”

With my eyes closed, I smiled again, then rebuttal, well you haven’t seen my Bae! GOD made you–thinking about Her! You blasphemous plant. It paused for a second as if to come up with the best retort and said…

“Well, I’m not just beautiful, I’m also aromatic and succulent! I’m sure she lacks in those departments, so there, haaa!”

Whilst puffing and flaring up its petals. I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes and smiled again… It dropped its posture, shedding a few petals, knowing what’s to come…

“No She’s NOT, she can’t be, don’t you dare say it…”

I shrugged and whispered, well you haven’t whiffed and tasted my Bae, you’re a derivation of Her OK, deal with it; be humble… Aghast–in its great grief of finding out that its beauty and savor had only been a replica of my Bae all along–it started to wither in sadness, shedding off its petals in dismay; lowly dropping its stems to die in shame. I screamed NO, Don’t! Before dying off in your ego trip to the other side of Life as we know it, wouldn’t you like to at least meet Her first? It abruptly stopped shedding its glory, sprung up its countenance, with closed eyes, it smiled, and said

“YES please, now buy me at once so that I can meet this Bae of yours, hurry now”.

Sure thing, let’s GO! You won’t be disappointed, I darted in the store, grabbed the Bouquet, only to be met by a long line of Guys with yapping Bouquets–eagerly waiting to make their purchase. Ummmm… Wait, did I just get…? Selah

A: Sketch Story By: Randy P.

“Bae” is A Sketch Story by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2019, All Rights Reserved

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