Daily story, April 2, 2025

Outside the registry office, falling blossom had mixed with thrown confetti. Petal and paper and plastic, all of it announcing something beautiful and new. Danny swept it from the steps, making neat little piles for his dustpan. It wouldn’t do to have the next couple slipping. Out of the piles he rescued a shiny golden heart, a perfect pink flower, a blue circle that reminded him of an iris. He slipped them between the pages of his New Testament, and went on down the path, to scrub away the bird shit.