Memorial

A flower, made of paint and plastic grew up the side of the concrete wall, over the dirt and the cracks. He'd painted it there himself, as a reminder that beautiful things could grow anywhere. She always had loved flowers. This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Bruno... Continue Reading →

SPF – One Night

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... Continue Reading →

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