Flap, flap, flap.

Her flats went
as she exited the door.

The breeze cool,
but comforting to her.

Her brown eyes caught
sight of the violets
on the table.

Their violet petals glimmered
with the droplets of water
she had poured on
not so long ago.

Then, the unknown writer,
known as her secret admirer,
disturbed her thoughts
once again.

With one last glance,
Marianna shut the door.