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Who: Bert Blue, Quin, Gemma, and AJ
What: Polaroid cameras are back
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Burnham City
Bingo: Polaroid
It had been another boring day down at the Burnham City high school but the Davies siblings and AJ always had a back up plan to make things more interesting. On this particular Wednesday afternoon the girls were toting around an old Polaroid camera and snapping off instant pictures of their friends and teachers. After stopping in to pick up Franklin, the three friends continued their tirade downtown snapping pictures of innocent passersby. Quincy grabbed the camera out of his sister's hands as they walked down the street together. He snapped the ever elusive picture of his sister and her best friend with a grin. "There, now I think we should be all even now," he said handing the camera to AJ with a wink.
"I'll take that good sir," AJ said snapping another picture of Quin.
"You're going to have fifty of him before the end of the day," Gemma said snatching the developing photo out of the camera and shaking it a little. "Check this out," she grabbed a handful of photos out of her bag and about forty percent of them were Quin. "We could have a model portfolio," she poked him in the sides.
"Did you get my good side then?" Quin gave AJ a sideways grin.
AJ had been around Quin long enough to stave off any blushing when he used his boyish charms. She had almost gotten over the British accent, but not quite. She punched him in the arm. "Dork."
"Did you send your mum anything for mother's day?" Gemma asked suddenly. "Someone made mother a cake and forgot to remind his lovely little sister," she eyed Quincy suspiciously. "Right Quinny dear?" she pinched his cheek.
"Shit," AJ said remembering that she had not sent anything to her mother. "Andy sent a card from both of us. Damn, even Ian sent his mother a postcard reminding her that she in fact has a four year old granddaughter and a twenty six year old son. Man… mom is going to know it's one of those things that Andy did on his own because the hand writing is the same."
"Conveniently young ladies there's a florist right down the street from where we're standing. Perhaps the lady can send some silk flowers your mothers way," Quin gestured grandly at the floral shop down the street from them.
"Let's stop in and see! I can just send along a card that says… um… I was sick!" AJ skipped ahead toward the store with Gemma on her arm. Quin followed behind, entering the store last.
As soon as they entered they were each hit with a strange mixture of scents. It was overpowering floral with a hint of cigarettes, whiskey, and stale coffee. The next sight was something the three teenagers were not expecting at all. A tall, blue haired girl wearing a military influenced vest that didn't quite conceal her pale skin underneath and tight blue, metallic leggings walked through the shop and approached them with an air of confidence and a cup of black coffee. "Hi, can I help you?" she asked stopping to lean on the counter, she couldn't be much older than Quincy.
"Do you mind the dog?" AJ asked timidly, she was holding the bulky puppy in her arms just in case.
Bert smiled and patted his head. "Not at all, especially when they're so cute and squishy... hey wait a minute... I know this dog... BCA?" she looked at the three human faces and vaguely recognized them.
"Yes that's where we live," Gemma said brightly.
"Me too, it's really saying a bad thing about my social graces that I recognize your adorable dog first," she laughed. "So what can I help you with today?"
He smiled devilishly. "Do you make silk arrangements?" As AJ put the restless pup down so he could investigate the scents of the floral shop.
"Of course," she said brightly. "What were you thinking ofohmygod… Polaroid. No way," she smiled as she inspected the camera that Gemma was positioning to take a picture. "That's so retro."
"Smile!" Gemma said brightly and snapped a picture of the florist. "Ooo! Is that an Alexander McQueen knuckle duster clutch?" she asked spotting Bert's clutch on the counter near the register.
"Yeah," Bert said brightly. "It might be a knock off but honestly I'm okay with that. I like the accents by the way," she smiled.
Gemma laughed brightly and snapped a picture of Bert with her clutch. "I'm Gemma, this is my impetuous brother Quincy and my darling friend AJ," Gemma was always the one to introduce the group to their new and interesting friends.
"I'm Bert Blue," she said proudly. "And I can show you to the very best of my silk arrangements," she lead them to the back room where she never brought customers. This was a sacred privilege for anyone to be let into this place. She must have really liked them. She pushed her ash tray to the far end of her work table and brought out four arrangements, two at a time. "These puppies," she said laying them out are my best. I made them yesterday afternoon after I was having no luck with fresh arrangements," she explained. "Why silk though?"
"My mother lives in Alaska," AJ piped in. "I figured fresh wouldn't make it," she said a little sheepishly as an after thought.
Bert smiled warmly. "Very cool. Alaska. You live with you dad in the city?" Bert asked, not meaning to be nosey.
"Actually my older brother," AJ said. "He sent her a card and signed my name with his. I figured I should put a little effort in. I'll sign his name with mine this time," she smiled.
"I like that," Bert said. "So what kind of woman is your ma?"
It took AJ a minute but she finally came up with the right words. "Traditional, kind of fierce in a mom way, she loves her dogs, she makes a mean cup of hot cocoa, and she's very kind."
"A-ha! Bert produced an array of soft pinks, whites, and yellows. Each silk flower was delicately crafted to look like a real flower, it was something you couldn't just go pick up at the grocery store or the gas station. It was art work, the finest they had ever seen. Gemma and AJ both leaned forward to marvel at the arrangement.
"This is simply beautiful," Gemma gasped. "It must take you hours! They look real!" she guffawed over the basket.
"Look at this Gem," AJ said point at a soft yellow flower that had a little leaf stuck to it. She was too afraid to touch the delicate looking things. "This is stunning," she said. "It's probably going to cost a fortune though," she looked at Bert a little embarrassed. "Sorry."
Bert smiled it off. "They're actually not too bad. Fifteen for each silk basket."
"What?" AJ said. "That's not enough! You must have sat her for hours crafting these little flowers! I can't give you fifteen dollars for this, it's at least worth forty!"
"No way little one, fifteen," Bert smiled and started walking toward the front of the store with the negotiated basket in her arms as her heels clicked against the floor. Gemma, AJ, and Quin followed her to the cash register where she was already punching in numbers.
"Are you sure fifteen is enough. I didn't mean to haggle," AJ said, her face beet red as she produced a ten and a five.
"No haggling at all. I usually decide how much a bundle is worth anyways. The first bundle I sold took me twice as long because you're always slow at something when you first try it. So my first bundle was thirty bucks. For a few months now I've been selling them around twenty, fifteen, depending on how many flowers I make in each one," she explained. "It's not like you insulted me," she laughed. "Here," she slid an empty card over the counter. "You can fill this out and we can have these puppies shipped tonight. Out UPS guy doesn't come until six because he knows we always get last minute orders when all the husbands get out of work at five."
Quincy laughed. "What kind of tosser does that?" he asked. "I've never heard of a bloke coming into a flower shop at five to order a dozen for the end of the day."
"That's because European man are far more prepared for life than American ones," Bert replied smartly as AJ filled in the card and slid it over the counter again. Bert nestled everything together.
"One last shot," Gemma said lifting the camera. She snapped a picture of Bert with the flower arrangement. They said their goodbyes and thank yous and headed for home. AJ feeling much better that she had at least tried to do something for mother's day, late as it may be.
burningburnham)Who: Bert Blue, Quin, Gemma, and AJ
What: Polaroid cameras are back
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Burnham City
Bingo: Polaroid
It had been another boring day down at the Burnham City high school but the Davies siblings and AJ always had a back up plan to make things more interesting. On this particular Wednesday afternoon the girls were toting around an old Polaroid camera and snapping off instant pictures of their friends and teachers. After stopping in to pick up Franklin, the three friends continued their tirade downtown snapping pictures of innocent passersby. Quincy grabbed the camera out of his sister's hands as they walked down the street together. He snapped the ever elusive picture of his sister and her best friend with a grin. "There, now I think we should be all even now," he said handing the camera to AJ with a wink.
"I'll take that good sir," AJ said snapping another picture of Quin.
"You're going to have fifty of him before the end of the day," Gemma said snatching the developing photo out of the camera and shaking it a little. "Check this out," she grabbed a handful of photos out of her bag and about forty percent of them were Quin. "We could have a model portfolio," she poked him in the sides.
"Did you get my good side then?" Quin gave AJ a sideways grin.
AJ had been around Quin long enough to stave off any blushing when he used his boyish charms. She had almost gotten over the British accent, but not quite. She punched him in the arm. "Dork."
"Did you send your mum anything for mother's day?" Gemma asked suddenly. "Someone made mother a cake and forgot to remind his lovely little sister," she eyed Quincy suspiciously. "Right Quinny dear?" she pinched his cheek.
"Shit," AJ said remembering that she had not sent anything to her mother. "Andy sent a card from both of us. Damn, even Ian sent his mother a postcard reminding her that she in fact has a four year old granddaughter and a twenty six year old son. Man… mom is going to know it's one of those things that Andy did on his own because the hand writing is the same."
"Conveniently young ladies there's a florist right down the street from where we're standing. Perhaps the lady can send some silk flowers your mothers way," Quin gestured grandly at the floral shop down the street from them.
"Let's stop in and see! I can just send along a card that says… um… I was sick!" AJ skipped ahead toward the store with Gemma on her arm. Quin followed behind, entering the store last.
As soon as they entered they were each hit with a strange mixture of scents. It was overpowering floral with a hint of cigarettes, whiskey, and stale coffee. The next sight was something the three teenagers were not expecting at all. A tall, blue haired girl wearing a military influenced vest that didn't quite conceal her pale skin underneath and tight blue, metallic leggings walked through the shop and approached them with an air of confidence and a cup of black coffee. "Hi, can I help you?" she asked stopping to lean on the counter, she couldn't be much older than Quincy.
"Do you mind the dog?" AJ asked timidly, she was holding the bulky puppy in her arms just in case.
Bert smiled and patted his head. "Not at all, especially when they're so cute and squishy... hey wait a minute... I know this dog... BCA?" she looked at the three human faces and vaguely recognized them.
"Yes that's where we live," Gemma said brightly.
"Me too, it's really saying a bad thing about my social graces that I recognize your adorable dog first," she laughed. "So what can I help you with today?"
He smiled devilishly. "Do you make silk arrangements?" As AJ put the restless pup down so he could investigate the scents of the floral shop.
"Of course," she said brightly. "What were you thinking ofohmygod… Polaroid. No way," she smiled as she inspected the camera that Gemma was positioning to take a picture. "That's so retro."
"Smile!" Gemma said brightly and snapped a picture of the florist. "Ooo! Is that an Alexander McQueen knuckle duster clutch?" she asked spotting Bert's clutch on the counter near the register.
"Yeah," Bert said brightly. "It might be a knock off but honestly I'm okay with that. I like the accents by the way," she smiled.
Gemma laughed brightly and snapped a picture of Bert with her clutch. "I'm Gemma, this is my impetuous brother Quincy and my darling friend AJ," Gemma was always the one to introduce the group to their new and interesting friends.
"I'm Bert Blue," she said proudly. "And I can show you to the very best of my silk arrangements," she lead them to the back room where she never brought customers. This was a sacred privilege for anyone to be let into this place. She must have really liked them. She pushed her ash tray to the far end of her work table and brought out four arrangements, two at a time. "These puppies," she said laying them out are my best. I made them yesterday afternoon after I was having no luck with fresh arrangements," she explained. "Why silk though?"
"My mother lives in Alaska," AJ piped in. "I figured fresh wouldn't make it," she said a little sheepishly as an after thought.
Bert smiled warmly. "Very cool. Alaska. You live with you dad in the city?" Bert asked, not meaning to be nosey.
"Actually my older brother," AJ said. "He sent her a card and signed my name with his. I figured I should put a little effort in. I'll sign his name with mine this time," she smiled.
"I like that," Bert said. "So what kind of woman is your ma?"
It took AJ a minute but she finally came up with the right words. "Traditional, kind of fierce in a mom way, she loves her dogs, she makes a mean cup of hot cocoa, and she's very kind."
"A-ha! Bert produced an array of soft pinks, whites, and yellows. Each silk flower was delicately crafted to look like a real flower, it was something you couldn't just go pick up at the grocery store or the gas station. It was art work, the finest they had ever seen. Gemma and AJ both leaned forward to marvel at the arrangement.
"This is simply beautiful," Gemma gasped. "It must take you hours! They look real!" she guffawed over the basket.
"Look at this Gem," AJ said point at a soft yellow flower that had a little leaf stuck to it. She was too afraid to touch the delicate looking things. "This is stunning," she said. "It's probably going to cost a fortune though," she looked at Bert a little embarrassed. "Sorry."
Bert smiled it off. "They're actually not too bad. Fifteen for each silk basket."
"What?" AJ said. "That's not enough! You must have sat her for hours crafting these little flowers! I can't give you fifteen dollars for this, it's at least worth forty!"
"No way little one, fifteen," Bert smiled and started walking toward the front of the store with the negotiated basket in her arms as her heels clicked against the floor. Gemma, AJ, and Quin followed her to the cash register where she was already punching in numbers.
"Are you sure fifteen is enough. I didn't mean to haggle," AJ said, her face beet red as she produced a ten and a five.
"No haggling at all. I usually decide how much a bundle is worth anyways. The first bundle I sold took me twice as long because you're always slow at something when you first try it. So my first bundle was thirty bucks. For a few months now I've been selling them around twenty, fifteen, depending on how many flowers I make in each one," she explained. "It's not like you insulted me," she laughed. "Here," she slid an empty card over the counter. "You can fill this out and we can have these puppies shipped tonight. Out UPS guy doesn't come until six because he knows we always get last minute orders when all the husbands get out of work at five."
Quincy laughed. "What kind of tosser does that?" he asked. "I've never heard of a bloke coming into a flower shop at five to order a dozen for the end of the day."
"That's because European man are far more prepared for life than American ones," Bert replied smartly as AJ filled in the card and slid it over the counter again. Bert nestled everything together.
"One last shot," Gemma said lifting the camera. She snapped a picture of Bert with the flower arrangement. They said their goodbyes and thank yous and headed for home. AJ feeling much better that she had at least tried to do something for mother's day, late as it may be.
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