Midnight Tryst at the Horticultural Society Ball

Midnight Tryst at the Horticultural Society Ball

In spite of our earlier indecision, when our eyes met in passing on the dance floor, they sealed the tacit agreement that we would slip into the garden at the set hour. Later, we would try but fail to furnish an adequate excuse to our spouses of the reason for our mutual midnight escape. Even our shots of the night-blooming  cereus could not adequately explain our defection. It was as though we carried the scent of our desire-—as heady as the scent of that rare flower-—back to the hall with us. A universal blanket of dispraise settled over the crowd, in spite of the excitement over our viewing of the rare bloom. Everyone knew. Our mutual fate was sealed.

The prompt words for today are garden, tacit, dispraise and desire. I also made use of Cee’s FOTD flower prompt.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/02/19/rdp-tuesday-garden/
https://fivedotoh.com/2019/02/19/fowc-with-fandango-tacit/
https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/19/your-daily-word-prompt-dispraise-february-19-2019/
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/19/desire/
https://ceenphotography.com/2019/02/18/fotd-february-18-2019-crocus-2/

10 thoughts on “Midnight Tryst at the Horticultural Society Ball

  1. Martha Kennedy

    I love those. The first one I saw was in Hangzhou. I grew one in San Diego, and now I have one in my south window here, a gift from my friend from Argentina who lives in Alamosa. Maybe we’re all tied together by random flowers.

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  2. Marleen

    Goodness gracious, Judy. You’ve captured something there, just as the fragrance of the bloom could be put in a jar. Makes me consider my mother’s paranoia over my dad’s growing and sharing of flowers (except that, well… nevermind, lol).

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