Anonymous
07/10/2021 (Sat) 18:52
No.790
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>Somewhere far across the city, a narrow nandroid was shuffling along the sidewalk, trying her hardest to keep from breaking into a sprint
>A short stop at the Melborough Theater, where the Mister and Missus had met as teenage ushers, whipped Franny back out onto the street
>She kept her own list running and running in her head, repeating each and every thing she needed to do
>She’d gotten the tickets for that evening's showing of a less-than-romantic film the pair had been planning on seeing for some time, there was the matter of their dinner reservations for afterwards and-
>”Flowers!” Franny clapped her hands to her face, swinging around in disbelief. “Flowers, flowers, flowers,” she muttered aloud
>Inches away from the trolley ride home she whipped herself into a frenzy, clinging desperately to her purse where the tickets and her allowance bounced and jingled together
>”The park,” she gasped aloud, slipping across the street
>Yellow cabs honked and cursed at her nimble shape, daintily jay-walking towards the great green common that formed the heart of Hawthorne Grove
>The instructions the Mister had handed down were quick and easy- red roses
>Perhaps a bit passé for the refined tastes of a Sterling nandroid, but it was what was requested and what Franny knew would wow the Missus
>The only issue was finding a flower shop somewhere nearby, the nandroid holding her purse close as she scanned the idyllic greenery around her
>Scattered across the flat plain were quiet picnickers resting on towels and blankets, others caught in ball games or playing catch
>”Ah! Right there!”