Cheezer parked his wheelbarrow and lifted out its precious cargo. He was all but extinguished beneath pink rosebuds and baby’s breath. His brother Chigger snorted derisively.
“Stealing flowers from the cemetery ain’t gonna make her want an ugly nome like you.”
Brenda clipped him across the head and he subsided.
Cheezer bore the bouquet to where Primrose sat, sadly regarding her faded reflection.
He put the flowers down beside her and essayed a smile.
“Primrose. Would you consider being my Valentine?”
She jumped back startled, but then she smiled and touched the flowers with one chubby finger.
“Yes, please, Cheezer.”
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