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Scout on Flowers/Smooth Blues

 

A man in a stiff black suit holding flowers and cheap chocolates walks into a well-lit dining room with untouched plate ware, chandeliers, and landscape paintings. A dull, empty vase and a cold rack of ribs sit on the table by a sad yet otherworldly beautiful woman. Her red lipstick is stained on a wine glass, with the evidence of an empty champagne by her side. Their eyes meet as he places the bouquet into the vase and the chocolates beside. He walks off down the long, dark hall, and the woman grabs the flowers. A thorn cuts her finger, and she calmly wipes the blood on the pristine white tablecloth. Tears drip down her unmoving face as she grabs the rack of ribs and walks off into the dark kitchen behind her. A single petal falls from one of the roses. The hallway in front of the dining room lights up as the television plays a sultry romantic comedy, drowning the woman’s hysterical crying. The sun rises, and the house is unchanged except for many fallen petals. The woman, in a formal updo and silk dress, walks into the hallway carrying an ironed black suit and stands by the stairs, staring ahead, expressionless. The man slowly walks down the stairs in his boxers, takes the suit, and returns. The woman stays motionless as her husband moves around her, eating breakfast, grabbing his keys, and leaving. When it shuts, she pulls her hair down and rushes to eat the chocolates gifted to her. The woman picks a rose, carefully this time, and picks the few petals it has left one by one. She throws her head back and laughs loudly as she places the last chocolate on a small golden plate. Dissonant jazz plays as she dances around the dining room, tearing her dress off and climbing over chairs. The woman brings out the leftovers and eats them messily, laughing madly as sauce covers her face. She leaves the room and returns in a short dress with makeup in her arms. Just as she finishes her red lip, the door opens, and the man enters. She walks over to him enticingly, with the plate of chocolate. As she raises it to him, she falls onto her back with a large thud. The man calmly steps over her, and the hall is lit once again by the television.

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