What happens after the curtain is drawn. Rachel, Luce, and Hec's lives over the next week.

The girl in the movie has grabbed a flower and started plucking the petals off, playing the "loves me, loves me not" game. I suddenly have the most pressing urge to follow the character's lead and get a flower of my own. Oneshot. Drabble. Sappy.

Not that far, as people might think. And certainly, neither that cold!

You can't hurry love, not when you're in a hurry!

Some issues are not just personal or familial. They may be international! Heck finds an understanding friend.

Hector, a pint of bitter and bitter memories.

"The very stones would cry out", exactly in the biblical sense. Experimental!

Meet Hector the Funny in his dotage. Memory still serves him. Serves him well!

Ah, the immemorial bench, a benchmark of life after love, life after death…

The fertilizer's in place and the seedlings have just arrived. But where's the horticulturist's wife? Tessa, take heed! To the readers: no genre-tagging equals to no spoiler.

"Poesy", as E. A. Poe would have it? Nah! Lust? Hmm… sure! Rachel reciting/ruminating.

Can you run a flower-shop? Piece of cake! Can you run your own life? Not on your life! Tea, anyone?

When you're in love, shout it out for all to hear. Or hold your peace, whichever! POV of the catalytic footballer.

Persistence of memory, smithereens of love.

A non-intersecting story, this one, all the more tragic therefore. Obsession: not a good adviser!

Not a parallel story, rather an intersecting one. The singing bicyclist rides again!

My mother always said "you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make her drink." In my case, the horse was curious, tasted the water, then spit it back in my face. Oneshot. Luce POV.

Grim, sci-fi-ish, but brimming with love. An end, but no ending. Words may fail me, love won't.

This poem is about Luce's desire to be loved by Rachel. The poem is told through Luce's point of view.Reviews are welcome.

There are so many things that you never question, just because you never thought to question it. Like sexuality. Rachel's POV.

And even as you're walking away you're loving her because, well, she's stronger than you gave her credit for. Luce walking away from Rachel.

Rachel reflects on life, love, and her relationship with Luce.

Just a little post-film fluff. All I'll say is there's a wedding. Rating is just for a little strong language.

The morning after and the implication of choices.

It's amazing how comfortable Rachel feels in Luce's arms. Rachel/Luce fluff. one-shot