The Flower Girl
I saw her picking flowers again -- going from yard to yard with a small pair of children’s scissors, looking for just the right mix of colors for her bouquet. Young with a slightly Goth bent to her, she never seems to mind the fact that they don’t belong to her. She just takes her time as if she were shopping at a florist with someone else’s credit card. She doesn’t live in the trailer park, at least not on a permanent basis. After you’ve been her as long as I have, you start to recognize just about everyone. Sometimes you run into someone you’ve never met at the spaghetti feed Sarah puts on in August, but I’ve never seen her there, nor does anyone I’ve talked to in the park know who she is either. She seems harmless enough and quiet, though why she’s chosen our park to make these daylight flower raids I can only guess. It’s usually only once or twice a year at the most though you can see how it pisses Heather and Earl off after I tell them she’s been by. They check thei...