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A Perfect Bloom 36 – Alex Ankarr
And Cory nods, because he does. He doesn’t know exactly why, or how, but Linnet has put it right somehow, his hesitation. It’s magical, how she can do that. And he straightens up, and straightens her up, and has a good look at the rose in his hand. “Yes. I feel good. I think I’ll go have a talk with Sam, now,” he resolves.
And Linnet loves that. She gives a little skip in the air, clicks her heels and throws her arms up. She looks about ready to break into song. “You do that, honey. You do that,” she cheers. “Get your man so he knows he’s been got, but good.”
Out in the grounds, he should probably track down Mr Siles, considering how elusive Sam has been lately, how difficult to spot around the place. (And God knows Cory has been looking.) But he doesn’t. He just has a feeling, a strange feeling located somewhere around his breastbone, that today, this afternoon, Friday with the company winding down for most business, in most parts of the business, for the week, he can find Sam. He can find him on his own account, just by instinct.
And his instinct leads him through the flower gardens – including past a bed of roses much like the very one he’s holding – and past the hothouses. In them, he spots Mr Siles at a distance, along with two or three subordinates. None of them are Sam, none of them matter right now, and he hurries on. Hurries on to the maze, which is grown according to an old family template. Here’s where he saw Sam just this Monday gone, first day of the gift-giving. Now they’re onto the fifth day, and now he has a gift of his own, and now he’s looking in the same place for Sam.
Cory feels excited, as he winds around, knowing the route, the directions to the very centre of the maze. And he feels an absolute certainty, that he’ll find Sam there. It feels as if it’s meant to be like the planets are built to circle the sun, a perfect synchronicitous pattern. So it’s something of a surprise, to come to the centre and find it empty.
Cory is at a loss. What to do next? So for a moment he just stands there, shielding his eyes from the bright, bright late afternoon sun that’s glinting off the lilies and the leaves in the pond, leaching colour from all this beauty with brightness.
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