“Guaranteed bloom insurance! Only five petals per pot!”
Vessa sweeps across the rooftops, her blue blooms tucked tight like official seals. Behind her: a trail of confused flowerpots and suspicious cups.
“Rain, wind, pigeons – Florendelle’s unpredictable!” she proclaims. “But with my certificate? You’re covered.”
It’s rolled up neat, tied with a green ribbon, and stamped with Vessa’s biggest bloom.
By sundown, the certificates are fluttering from clotheslines, tucked under plant saucers, pinned to trellises.
Florendelle’s weather doesn’t change. But the rooftops feel…safer.
And Vessa? Vessa’s counting petals.