My inspiration for today’s piece is the so-called “language of flowers”, the various meanings ascribed to each one. Depending on where you look, results can often be contradictory. Some references say one thing, others say another. “Meanings”, of course, can change. All languages evolve over time and this isn’t really one per se but it can still be fun to explore.
I could have used many different approaches to this particular subject. My first instinct was to run a list of multiple flowers and twist each one to fit a mind-control scenario but the word limit of the challenge meant cutting a lot of corners so I ended up sticking with just one. The chosen one also has the meaning of “fertility” associated with it but I decided not to reference it in the tale. The title is likely to make you think of the hippie movement of the 60’s but I merely used it for fun and not really as an allusion to it.
And I guess that’s it for today. I hope you enjoy the reading and see you tomorrow.
Every flower has its meaning. Victor had been taught them all.
Upon waking up that Wednesday morning, he saw the orange blossom Meghan had left him and her conditioning took over.
“Innocence, purity, chastity,” he repeated automatically, erection throbbing yet completely restrained.
Tomorrow, history would repeat itself. It was going to be a long month.