Bouquet Murders: Mystery

The flower bouquet lay on her doorstep that morning. She almost stepped on it when she opened her door, her foot grazing the blossoms before she noticed the strange intruder into her orderly life. She stooped and picked up the flowers. They were pretty, simple, an arrangement of violets. It wasn't May Day, so she was confused but pleased. Was it possible that she had a secret admirer? The thought made a flush rise to her pale cheeks. Surely, she was too old for that? She went back indoors and put the violets in some water before leaving for work, though, which meant that she was exactly three minutes later for work than usual, which saved her life.


Inspiration: One of my birthday cards with a picture of a bouquet on it.
Story Potential: Low.
Finished Length: Novel.
Notes: Let's just say it's not an accident. Or maybe it is, but the flowers are tied in to some other murders that have been occurring. Oh, and yes, I've been bad about doing this the last couple of days. Too much stuff to do about my birthday.