Goldenrod and Dandelions

アキノキリンソウとダンディライオン

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Syaro sighed, “A double shift, and on my birthday too. Being poor is hard.”

It would have been a lovely evening with a golden haze on the hills and quaint shops preparing to close if only it weren’t so hot. Instead, the sun beat down on her, more like molten #gold than a gilded evening greeting. Even the cobblestones radiated heat.

It had been a long day. The second-shift girl had gotten sick at the last minute, and customers looking for a shady place to sit and a cooling tea flooded the Fleur de Lapin café. Iced Lapin Glacé was popular, and there had been half a dozen orders for the less popular Concomelon de Lapin. But none of her friends had visited.

She was worn out and depressed. If she were Cocoa or Chino, everyone would have dropped by without fail. Not even her best friend Chiya had come by.

She was rounding the last corner home when she glimpsed Rize darting from behind a hedge. “Oh, it’s a surprise party,” she thought, cheering up. She wouldn’t let Rize know she’d spotted him. Letting them think they’d surprised her was more important. Why had she doubted them?

A smile touched her lips, a genuine one, not her usual customer-service smile.

She paused at the threshold, breath held. She’d expected a surprise, but not like this. Golden blooms lay gathered at her feet: goldenrod, goldsturm, hawkweed, and dandelions, bright as summer laughter.

“How wonderful!” She began gathering an armful of blooms to put in a vase when her smile froze. Wild Geese, her self-invited bunny housemate, had come around the corner, a #plant in its mouth and a mischievous twinkle in its eye. Syaro’s eyes fastened on the golden yellow blossom of the tansy.

“At least Wild Geese remembered,” she said. Bitter and unhappy, she took her wildflower bouquet into the house.

          Sunflowers
                    Glorious Sunflowers

Along the wall, hanging from the ceiling, in bunches or singly, the room smiled at her.

On the table stood a yellow cake, its thick whipped frosting as soft and light as a pale yellow peony, with the words “Happy Birthday!!!” in marigold letters.

All her friends began singing to the blushing Syaro.

          Happy birthday to you.
          Happy birthday to you.

Then, Syaro nearly fainted as Rize presented her with a bunch of yellow roses. “Rize...” she thought, “roses.” Her mind drifted like buttercups on a stream. All she could do was mutter, “Senpai.”

          Happy birthday, dear Syaro.
          Happy birthday to you.

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