“I can feel it,” she said.
It was just like looking into someone’s eyes, a whole life’s history imprinting on her mind. A hundred years’ worth of growth in the face of fires, pollution, and changing climates.
“Really?” the woman asked. “I didn’t realize there was anyone else like me in town.”
“I’m a bit like everyone,” Angela replied.
“Well that’s cryptic,” the woman said.
“Yeah,” Angela said. “Sorry, I’m not usually that snarky. I’m a mimic. My name’s Angela.”
“Anna,” the woman said, shaking Angela’s hand. “Florist.”
Angela chuckled and said, “Makes sense.”
Anna smiled and leaned back against the tree.
“It’s funny, I met my fiancée in this very spot,” she said. “My whole life, I never expected to fall in love, let alone get married, but somehow it happened anyway.” She glanced down at the ring on her finger. “Do you have someone special?”
“I… don’t really know,” Angela said.
“You don’t know if they’re special?” Anna said. “Or you don’t know if you have them?”
“Well, we’re not dating or anything,” Angela said. “It’s just… really complicated right now.”
“It always is, isn’t it?” Anna said. “Anyway, I should probably get back to work. Good luck with your friend, and if you ever need bouquet of flowers, look me up.”
She handed Angela a business card with a picture of a small red flower and the contact information for a shop called The Scarlet Pimpernel.
“Thanks,” Angela said. “It was nice meeting you.”
Anna nodded and turned back to the trail.
“Come on, Riot,” she said.
A large black German Shepherd came bounding out of the bushes and followed Anna up the path. Angela lingered for a while, listening to the trees, the bushes, the flowers.
She closed her eyes and let the plants guide her out of the park like a GPS. The whole area appeared in her mind, a green island in a sea of darkness.