The flower shop had been Mary’s idea one night when they
were walking back to their shared flat after a night at the pub. It was the
summer before their last year of university and they were all looking for work.
Lily had found an internship with a small newspaper but it was for experience.
“They’re exploiting you is what it is. And now you need to
find an actual paying job on top of it so you can make rent,” her dad had
grumbled. Her mum had suggested that Lily move back in with them for the summer
but it was quickly shot down. She wasn’t giving up her freedom that easily and
she’d do whatever it took to make it work.
So that night when Mary saw a “Help Wanted” sign in a flower
shop window she had squealed and told Lily that she had to work there. Lily didn’t quite understand the enthusiasm at
first. But after a few minutes of Marlene and Mary explaining, it finally hit
Perhaps, by working there, she could trick fate and hear her
name said by the countless people who would buy flowers from her. Maybe one of
them would be her soulmate.
It was silly really, falling for the delusion that this
summer job could lead to summer love. No. Lifelong love if she was really
hoping to finally find her soulmate. Perhaps it was her annoyance over having a
name that could be so easy to hear in conversation and yet no one who had said it
in her twenty two years had given her that feeling. Marlene always said the
moment Dorcas first said her name was like an electric shock. It was a
lightning strike that made her bones ache, her fingers prickle and her heart
Despite the hopes she had, about six weeks into the job Lily
knew that it had been a stupid idea for two reasons.
Am I the only one who thinks that people who ask about other people’s scars are extremely rude?
Like, not only is it none of their business, but they are also bringing attention to a flaw that someone might feel incredibly self conscious about. PLUS they could be bringing up bad memories of the event that the scar came from (whether it be an accident or a surgery or something else). Granted, I think that there are some people in the world who just don’t know better, or don’t consider it to be a big deal, but there are others who are just nosey assholes.
I bring this up because, as you might have guessed, I have a scar that people ask about all the damn time. However, I am the type of person who tries to turn lemons into lemonade when possible, so I have fun with it.
Nobody knows how I got my scar.Why? Because any time anyone asks, I tell them a different story. Even if it’s the same person asking on multiple different occasions, never the same story twice. I find that it’s a fun way to cope with the insecurities it makes me feel, get people to stop asking, and just mess with people’s heads in general.
And so, my fellow scarred warriors, I pass on a list of stories (ranging from somewhat believable to straight up ridiculous) that I have told in the past. They’re all short and blunt sweet and to the point. You are welcome to use them as you please, and you are encouraged to add some of your own to the post!
animatronic exploded in Disney World and you got hit by some of the shrapnel
trying to break up a knife fight
literally just laugh and keep laughing until it gets uncomfortable
battle scar (do not go into any further detail)
*look off into the distance* elves, man. Fuckin’ everywhere
pizza man rang the doorbell and you got too excited and ended up falling down the stairs
you were trying to cook but gordon ramsay kept fucking yelling
“haha you should see the other guy”
still trying to get the hang of your lightsaber
slippery floor in the saw blades section of home depot
starbucks is really great except for when you spill it all over yourself
it’s an unfortunate birthmark
doctor got his patients mixed up and almost amputated *insert limb here* on accident
one morning you just woke up and it was there
the remains of an allergic reaction you had to sunscreen
the reason that you will never touch a sewing machine again
accidentally got in the way of a game of darts
you briefly dabbled in the art of lion taming
you decided to tuck and roll out of a moving car just for the hell of it because yolo
things got a little too intense while you were playing wii tennis
“there are just certain things that amateurs shouldn’t do”
12 year old fangirls at concerts are the absolute worst
never play hungry hungry hippos ever
you worked as a stunt double for a few films but due to your contact, you can’t say which ones
rainbow road in mario kart really brings out the worst in people
you almost succeeded in building the world’s largest house of cards but…you’d just rather not talk about it
“scar? what scar? where exactly are you looking? seriously i don’t see anything, are you feeling okay?”
i am completely serious when i say that i will fight anyone who says that leo couldn’t have fit on that door
if you go to enough concerts, you’re bound to end up with a scar or two, amiright?