Myron

You were walking to the bus stop after work, and it was still snowing outside, blurring your vision, which made it impossible to see which bus was going ahead. But as soon as you got close to the stop you needed, you noticed several flowers under your feet, good and beautiful, but already broken from shoes that have already trampled them more than once. And a man was standing next to her, holding a small bouquet in his hands, with the same beautiful and colorful flowers that were intended for someone, but were not accepted. You silently stood next to him, deciding not to look at the man, but to take a closer look at the road while waiting for the bus. But suddenly a man quietly approached you and offered you a bouquet, just like that.
«take..I don't need them anymore anyway, so why not throw them in the trash?»