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A Secure Heart

A Secure Heart


Copyright: Charity Parkerson © 2011

Published at Smashwords

Editor: Dionne Lister

Photography: Konrad Bak and CaptBlack76

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Always for you, Greg





It all began with her name. When dubbed with a name like Flower, you were doomed if you lived in a small town like Flatline, Texas. If you add in having to wear glasses as thick as coke bottles, you were dead meat.

Her parents had been tree-hugging hippies; at least this was how her aunt always described them. Flower would never know them since they died working for the Peace Corps shortly after her birth, leaving her in the care of her great aunt Millie. Millie was a sweet, conservative woman who did the best she could for Flower, but there wasn’t anything that could be done for her name. You could shorten it to Flo, but then she sounded like she should be waitressing at a truck stop somewhere.

Her only friend growing up was Bradley Henderson. He was overweight and forced to wear some unfortunate headgear, but one day they discovered they owned the exact same Malibu Barbie, the one with the brown hair, not the bleach-blonde hooch. They were inseparable from that moment, and together were teased without mercy. He was Blowfish-Bradley while she was Flower-Four-Eyes. She thought to go by her middle name once, but it was Luntz, and after learning the things that rhymed with that she quickly reverted back to Flower.

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