SPF – One Night

Posted: August 14, 2016 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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The Violet Sundrop was the rarest flower in the world. For years, it was only a green bud growing on a seemingly innocuous tree, indistinguishable from any other. It could lie like that for decades, even centuries, bottled up like a genie waiting to burst free. It would bide its time, saving itself until the perfect time.

It was always night when it bloomed, the night of the summer solstice, fleeting as a mayfly. As black shadows crept over the earth and the sun drew back its light, the bud would spring open and the petals would spread out, forming a shape like a paper lantern, blazing with a strange light from within.

They would glow like stars on their trees, hidden deep in a forest far away, amidst rambling streams and shadow-filled trees. For one night only, one short night, they would burn like candles, burn until they had nothing left. In the morning they would fall like teardrops to the forest floor, shriveled and colorless.

The Violet Sundrop existed for only a few short hours, scarcely the blink of an eye when one considers the immensity of eternity, but what magnificent hours they were.

Word Count: 196

This is for Sunday Photo Fiction.

  1. ceayr says:

    Terrific, I love this.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Beautiful piece. What a rare flower. Burnimg brightly for the shortest time, but oh what brilliance. Metaphorical stuff in here too maybe. Great write JA.

    Liked by 1 person

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